Ok, so I did get two of the three e-mails out I intended to, albeit this morning rather than last night, so I think I’m going to work on the two-a-day proposition instead.
Of course, this still means that one lucky person on my list is still eligible to tell embarrassing stories about my youth, if she so chooses. Fortunately, I met her when I was 24, so I somehow managed to avoid a quarter-century of stories being told (I’ve known one of the people on yesterday’s list since I was 6 months old, and the other since I was 12 or so, so there was a lot of potential for embarrassment there 
). So Christie, if you’re reading this, just know that you’re entitled to tell any story you like, even if it’s about that married Finnish businessman thinking I was hitting on him at the Crazy Horse when I totally was not.
(N.B. for the Peanut Gallery: I totally was not. I’ve never hit on a married guy in my life who I wasn’t personally married to, thankyouverymuch!)
Oh, and not that one about the train station. You know which one I mean…
Oh, and I managed to get work done on Torsten’s christening gown, which is a good thing, since I have exactly two weeks to finish it before we leave the country. I will probably screw it up anyway and he’ll end up being baptized in an Elmo T-shirt, but we’ll see…
Anyhow, back to snuggling the baby, who has just managed to disassemble his Evil Lion Playgym (I SO wish it were actually called that) and is somehow across the floor (with the playgym, I might add, which is a feat), even though he cannot crawl yet.
Daaaaaaaangerous baby!
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
