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Boeing Called To Say They Would Call Again

I kid you not. They (and when I say 'they' I mean Sunny Meadows) called from Boeing to say that they would call us tomorrow.

I'm not sure if the call was intended to ratchet up the suspense, but that's the effect it seems to have had on us here in the Land of Limbo. Wheeeeee!

Today I drove up to Seattle in order to pick up hubby's paycheck and carefully deposit it in the bank so as not to bounce our mortgage. We feel it's important not to do that. Bounce the mortgage check, I mean. Bouncing, all on it's on, is just fine. Fun even. Bouncing has it's place. Just not in the financial arena.

I visited with my father for a bit and watched as he chased the kids around and then frightened them with stories of Mr. Floo who lives in his basement and is an enormous ogre type person. When they weren't looking he went downstairs and started rattling a gigantic cow bell around in order to scare them just a bit more. It was highly amusing.

I came home, paid lots of bills because I could, made some phone calls to find out what other bills we owed and paid them as well. I was in a bill paying frenzy, which is not unlike a chocolate induced frenzy but with less caloric intake. Now that I think about it, I haven't had chocolate all day. Heresy! I should be sent to my room.

Not that I'm going to sleep much. You know, it's the whole 'we'll call you tomorrow' thing that's going through my head. I don't think that consuming chocolate will help me at this point.


  1. pam, i accidentally lost you on my blog links. i'll put you back tomorrow, i promise

  2. Dang, and here I was all ready to fly off into a great snit. This could possibly have been THE snit of all time. I've been pretty much snitless and thought it was time to have one.

    And you just had to apologize and ruin it for me!


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