From Bill: … the worst part was running the gauntlet of prostitutes literally grabbing your arm and demanding you come in. Generally the uglier ones were the most forceful. ew.

From Me: I thought I told you to behave.

From Bill: I am behaving, having only had 1 mixed drink, 1 (bad) beer, and 5 shots of soju (sp?). Soju tastes like smooth rubbing alcohol and is very light in proof.

Hm.

To the man’s credit, he moans about leaving us, complains about being apart, and when he gets home tells me what an awful time he had without us. But, trooper that he is, he manages to find some small diversions while traveling, like doing shots in a bar in Seoul.

Poor thing.

I took this quiz to find out I’m a Katharine.

My husband told me the same thing many many months ago.

I think I might prefer to be a Doris. Or Grace.

If my husband were a woman, he would be a Bette. Except for the eyes.

The first week of December always finds me dizzy from staring at the computer screen too long.

Sunday night was particularly bad. Bill was flying to JFK airport, and I was waiting for his call to let me know he had arrived. The kids were asleep and there was nothing to distract me and occasionally pull my eyes away from the glare.

But I put a major dent in the shopping that needed to be done.

If you shop online, I highly suggest you go through Ebates. It doesn’t cost you a penny, they send you money every so often, and sometimes they have really good coupons.

Last month, I had the kids go through a catalog that came for Back to Basic Toys. There are plenty of good things in here for kids of all ages. Lucky for me, they had a coupon through Ebates for 10% off the total order. I noted the promo code and followed the link. I threw a lot of things in the cart, and ended up keeping most of the stuff. It was a sizable order (one or two things per kid times six adds up quick), but in the checkout I missed where to put the promo code and submitted my order without that 10% discount.

Undaunted, I called the company and talked to Harry. Their order system is a bit sluggish, and doesn’t post things right away, but Harry took my name and number and promo code and promised to call me back as soon as he could access my order. Twenty minutes later, my email announced the arrival of my order confirmation, and five minutes after that, Harry called and told me all was well and the discount had been applied.

Now this may seem like basic customer service, but it is not. Yesterday, I spent 20 minutes on the phone trying to reach a department in a store to ask a simple question about availability. I was put on hold FIVE times and disconnected once. The only reason I got through was that when I called back, I asked the associate for her name, got the proper spelling, and then asked for a manager. That, I fear, is basic customer service for this time of year.

So, kudos to my friend Harry, who did a great job at a busy time of year and saved me a nice chunk of change. Shipping on that order was free, just so you know. I saved gas money, time wasted in trying to find a parking spot, and Advil-costs to treat stress-related migraines and backaches from hauling bags of gifts.

Now I just hope the packages don’t have pictures on the outside.

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
– Mark Twain

My computer, apparently, was merely in a coma. Or perhaps it just wanted the day off. Either way, when my favorite IT guy called to offer assistance, it started up and acted normal. Perhaps my brother-in-law’s phone call just struck the fear of replacement into the heart of its hard drive.

So, St. Nick just saved himself a pretty penny. I think he’ll get me an external hard drive so I can back up five years worth of precious family memories as well as my checkbook register (I use Quicken), so the next time she flat lines it won’t cause migraine-inducing stress.

Today, a few items on the school list, wrapping up week 11 for Fritz and Katie (Billy finished week 10 yesterday and I’m leaving him there). Take dog to kennel. Clean house. Load car. Grocery store so we have food on Saturday morning when we get back from Pennsylvania. Wash all cloth diapers so the house smells nice when we get home.

I’m looking forward to two days of having nothing to do.

I had hoped it would limp out another year.

Instead, I guess I know what will be MY big present this Christmas.

Perhaps this is merely God’s way of telling me to get offline.

This is what’s getting me through today—specifically, the knowledge that we know the end of the story and tomorrow’s new president will not change it.

Thank you, Margaret.

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(photo: Peter, last Halloween, age 2)

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