Freaking rad people
Gave me a Kindle. Like, WHOA!
Best friends in the world.

And a book of quotes –
Each illustrating unique
Personalities.

AND an awesome game –
Literary smörgåsbord!
MUST be played again.

The cake: Perfection.
Apricot nectar covered
In lemon icing.

So, in sum, I say:
Absolutely delighted.
GIANT hugs all ’round.

So I’ve said for years that if I ever, for whatever strange reason, had my own company, I would NOT work for the week between Christmas and the New Year – nor would I ask any of my employees to do so. That week is pretty much a wash for most companies; lots of folks are still on vacation, and the ones who are around don’t really feel like working (partially because of celebratory recuperation and/or anticipation).

So what was my wondering surprise when this year I found myself swamped – SWAMPED, I tell you – with work during that week. With most top-tier business schools setting round 2 application deadlines at the beginning of January, plus a 50-page doctoral thesis on neuroblastoma, I was working harder that week than I had in a long, long time. However, rather than bemoaning my fate, I loved every second of it. I thoroughly enjoy what I do, and my clients were all nice and proactive, so we got everything done with time to spare…

Which turned out to be quite fortunate, as my concentration from January 5 on was pretty much destroyed…

And…

Behold the Destructor!

The short version: Cute boy I had a crush on felt prompted to ask me out. Followed prompting. Terrific date. Asked me out again for the following Friday. Second date was even better. Third, fourth, and fifth were Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Lots of interesting divine intervention-type phenomena. (Example: When unexpectedly asked to give Roommate Prayer, turned in a stunning unrehearsed Park Avenue-style performance, complete with whispered asides, prompting vocalized amazement from both C-t-P and now-girlfriend (“Did you hear that?!”/”He prays like we do!”). Question “Are you going to kiss me or what?” finally answered, non-verbally, in the affirmative on Thursday, January 21. Much fun over the 32 days since then.
🙂
(This post due in part to my grandmother, who left me a message yesterday demanding pictures. You don’t cross Grandma.)