june 8, 2000.

errata:

In our last number, we proclaimed it to be q's birthday. in actuality, he will not be 27 until this Sunday. we apologize for any panic & guilt gifts that our error caused, and will be less lazy in the future. If we have to walk all the way upstairs to check our engagement book, we will do so. When we are actually married into the family, there will be no excuse for such slipshod work.

"Not tomorrow, it's happening now."
- david bowie "outside"

More good things happening today. Agamemnon has called to confirm the good tidings, so I've officially stopped worrying that team clergy is fighting like coked up weasels. They must've had some conversation, as Agamenon was pretty worked up when he was on the phone to me Tuesday night. Have I mentioned how happy I am? There's nothing worse than trying to figure out a way around two feuding holy people.

The Boy has been doing more & more to help lately, running errands in the morning before he drops off to sleep through the afternoon. The only wrinkle is that he thinks it's funny to tease me. This morning he thought it would be a "good idea" to engrave "Go Leafs Go!" onto the attendants' gifts. He's a seven-year-old, really.

I'm experiencing writer's block lately. I think I'm out of practice or something, because I know that when I do write, it's not as funny as it was a year ago. Oh well, another slump. This one is proving rather interesting, as Nicholas A Grinder himself has commented on the declining amount of sparkling vivacity herein. Now that's saying something...