I can see this LaLa subscription has already paid for itself.

( on the latest developments in Ouran, SPOILERS, obviously )

....she was this young, vital person

I feel a bit like Prometheus in my little cubicle, chipping away at the never-ending pile of complaints that get passed onto my virtual desktop, but it's Friday, the work is engaging, if only so I can check the little details and not make duplicate acknowledgment letters (my fantasy: "We acknowledge that you're an utter toolbox who obviously can't read the owner's manual, and this is why there's a crater the size of a pony in Canada, thank you very much.") and I got free lunch. And a cookie.

I also got the inevitable, "You're not married, are you?" question. I'm at that age now where everyone is a politely inquiring, slightly worried Aunt. As Stephen Colbert says, I'm a genetic dead end.

S'cool. I've got my health and a really kick ass collection of Chucks. And an electric blanket.

I also finally have in my hot little hands, a very beautiful purple and silver wedding invitation from my darling that_grrrrl. Although, it's addressed to someone with the last name of Chen, but you know what, my little babushka? I have never been so happy to be a Chen, in purple calligraphy pen, no less.

Black tie optional.....well, I'll have black hair. I don't think I quite have it in me anymore to dye my hair to match my dress like I did for Mg's wedding. >____