She gets a pass because she's the manager, silly!
We bought the kids' big presents last night. Thank goodness it was Mr. Maryn's credit card, because the total would have made me backpedal and decide to get something else.
I'm heading to the bookstore soon, for the last little something to even up the amounts spent. I suppose I should be classy and get dressed first, though. Now my only worry on the gift front is whether we're at the near or far end of Amazon's range of arrival dates.
I had something very odd happen yesterday regarding Facebook. As you may recall, I'm on Facebook with all of 3 friends, on purpose--it's just a family connector, and I won't add you all even if you bat your eyelashes real pretty when you ask. (Although I'd like to see Vandal, Rick, and Steve do that, just for the entertainment value.) Anyway, this handsome man I used to work with, and who tried very hard to sleep with me even though I was newly married (and, I admit, somewhat tempted, because he's that good looking) sent a friend request. I haven't had any contact with him since Dys was a newborn, so it just seemed really weird that he'd find me. Or be looking. I literally cannot see any way our friends or email contacts or any of that might overlap.
Maryn, mystified