I hummed the Dies Irae as you played the Hallelujah

Ok so I know how to pronounce hors d'oeuvres. I do. I really do.

But I wanted to surprise Warren by ordering in something fancy for our stay-at-home NYE (he doesn't like my mac and cheese appetizers for some reason, HIS LOSS) and I panicked reading the online menu while I called in my order and called them whores d'oeuvres by mistake and the operator was too kind to correct me (it does cost a lot but Warren insists we order from them) so we had a five plus minute discussion about what kinda whores d'oeuvres I wanted to order and just -

Anyway, whores d'oeuvres it is tonight. Sorry to ruin the surprise, dear.

Apparently I was supposed to advise someone in Canada that I was back and working on this side of the pond again, oops. Looks like I'll need to make a trip to Toronto in the near future to remedy that, should anyone wish to accompany me.

No more baseball, don't care for basketball... gosh, I may have to resort to taking in a Leafs game while I'm in town.

My flight leaves in a few hours, give or take, and then it's off to join Warren in Switzerland. Why am I only writing this now, you might ask? Well, goodbyes are hard. Shut up.

Ok, don't shut up. Sorry. I'm kinda tense right now. Signing off on the best job you've ever had and having to say goodbye to your team will do that to a woman.

Anyway.

I'll be keeping my US cell active while I'm there for the next several months if you ever need to reach me (one of the several advantages of having an exorbitantly wealthy better other half), and I've e-mailed / texted some of you, etc. etc.

Take care of each other, and keep fighting the good fight. And remember, we're not that far away if you ever need us.

<3,

Bobbi

I found a bunch of old college textbooks and materials while cleaning up my apartment the other day. They're dated but I wonder if they'd be of any use to our library or anyone at all, rather than just throwing them out?

I think on top of the actual spring cleaning I need a trip or something to cleanse my mind or spirit or whatever too.

This looks interesting: Spikeball, anyone? Could be fun. Needs to be two on two, I'm sure we could rustle up a few teams, yeah?

...needs drinks in it. I'm not sure how many, or what kind, but I just know that it will require alcohol at some point.

Maybe for, like, the majority of it.

Yes.

...leave this here:

http://hellogiggles.com/visited-nutella-first-ever-cafe/

I hear Chicago's nice this time of year. Randomly.

...two weeks of eating a crap ton of Nutella can make you a little sick of it. Only a little, though.

Guess who received a letter in the mail today confirming that her student loans are finally, finally paid off?

Aww yeah, Christmas sometimes does come early.

Halloween candy is the devil. No, seriously, it has some kinda psychic power that demands you must eat it immediately. That's what I'm going with anyway.

To-do:

i) buy more candy
ii) book a DR session to burn off previous candy
...
iii) likely go back to step i and repeat.