Poor Emancipation...hang in there baby!
The worst worst are the passive aggressive types.
I worked with a woman once that made me cry ever day.
She was so manipulative and mean and a control freak and she pretended to be loving and caring...HA!!!
Fooled me for a little while and then I asked myself why I felt so horrible and sick to my stomach every time she was in (2 days a week).
Hmmm...
As for the "inside joke":
it was about the shower curtain selection that our sweet Liz was concerned about a while ago.
Her sweetie ended up just selecting a curtain liner until she was to arrive in their new home.
And yes, the tiles are super shiny!
And now, I MUST vent!!!I mailed twelve boxes of my stuff.
Three have arrived...one each day.
They look like, hmm...have any of you seen the movie: Ace Ventura Pet Detective?
Remember that opening scene where he has a box with fragile written all over it and what he does to it.
Well I laughed so hard I cried..
But these are MY boxes.
They look like they have been put in a blender!! not to mention the contents: ripped, borken, cracked, in disarray.
Here check out the photos of one of them...the contents have been broken, and this particular box I am certain I have lost coins (not very valuable or anything, but still) and there is candle wax on everything, and everything was ripped and cracked.
I am so pissed off.This will not go without a major fight between me the US postal service and the customs search that messed with things and did not repack it at all well.





The thing that made me really sad was that little thingie made from branches that a good (eclectic) friend from Galiano Is had made me: a soundless chime! I just loved it...sentimental value.
Obliterated!!!!
snif snif
I had packed everything so meticulously.
I have shipped many things over time: from Maine to BC, from BC to QC...this is the first time that things have arrived in this condition.
WTF!!!