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My bag came today! And, in the SAME UPS delivery (which arrived during a HAIL STORM I kid you not) I also got my copy of The Handbag: An Illustrated History. And I got down on my knees and thanked the lord, because he is good, and he understands my love of the handbag.

Amen.

I would have taken pictures of the bag and the book but I can’t seem to find my camera, probably because my brain has melted from all the multitasking. Today I wrote a report detailing what’s going on at AisleDash (Dear people I work for, I like JUST started on MONDAY, and I still don’t really have any idea what I’m doing, but so far I haven’t broken the Internet so yay me! kthx XOXO Susan) while simultaneously hashing out a conference proposal with Chris and Jeanne and SJ (via a long string of e-mails that included various side conversations about the crazy that is Freecycle and how Chris is FINALLY finished potty training and how Our People say hello with a boob grab) at the SAME TIME that I was writing posts about bad wedding favors (please, do NOT give anything with YOUR name monogrammed on it) and great shoes (wear them with EVERYTHING).

At least twice this afternoon one of the kids finished talking and said, “Right, Mom?” and I had to say, “I’m sorry, what?” because even though I was sitting right there staring at him I hadn’t heard a single word he said. At least this time I remembered not to just randomly say, “Right, sure, of course!” because the LAST time I did that I apparently promised Henry a BB gun, which is NOT going to happen. Although it’s much harder to hold the hard line when you have apparently JUST agreed to the BB gun at the end of some random conversation you weren’t listening to.

And by “you” I mean “me.”

I’m trying to keep track of all the pieces, to make sure that everything gets done; so far we have run out of milk and bread, but I haven’t deleted anything important, so that’s good. Although I may have promised to buy the Internet a BB gun. It’s hard to tell.

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I’ll totally trade my BB gun in for that handbag Call it even!

We gave M&Ms out for favors. And we had an open bar which is about as nice a favor as one can get.

maybe it’s just my computer, but all of your links in that post are coming up as http://www.http.com//realsite.

that wasnt supposed to be a link, and by realsite I meant insert the linkage you intended here.

I don’t want a BB gun, but can I have a handbag, too? (I’m guessing you’re going to end up promising the internet about 64 silk totes before this post winds down.)

Yeah, put me down for one (handbag that is … but meh… BB gun might be handy too).

The links are working for me — anyone else having trouble?

And yes, BB guns for everyone!

The links didn’t work for me, but I just went in and deleted the first part.

And since I’m commenting, I may as well say something nice: I still love your blog and admire your life.

Hey did you know that when you put extra code in the links they don’t work?

Go figure. Also, I’m sorry! Handbags for everyone! And thank you for not shooting me with the BB guns.

Sheesh.

They’re not working for me. Firefox on Mac. This is an example of a link I get:
http://www.http.com//www.notesfromthetrenches.com/2007/10/17/bittersweet/

Hm, wedding favours [know not the intent of this] - watch with faces of the bride/groom and the date they were married on the face and an engraved “special” note on the back - which was the same for all the bridal party. We seriously think they got some kind of discount or something. Ugh.

Glad you got the purse and book.

Having coherent conversations with kids, especially when they’ve been talking at you for 11 straight hours, is tricky.

Which reminds me, eventually we need to talk BlogHer, conference thingy. I am intrigued about what you are doing with those other fabulous ladies. I didn’t really mean to make that sound perverted. At least I don’t think I did. It is SJ! She brings it out it me!

Oh! I’ll take a purse.

And don’t forget to slid that hundred into it like you promised!

Miles is waiting for his BB gun outside on the front porch in his undie-wayahs.

I had that EXACT conversation with a co-worker about the boob grab hello, seeing as today it seemed EVERY child in our class had to say hello to me in that way.

I mean, I know I bought a new bra, and it WAS nice of them to notice, but SHEESH!

Oh, can my BB gun be pink? Thanks!

Shash

Susan!

You never know when a guest will really want one of these. Especially with your wedding date on it. (So you can be reminded every time you break it out that you danced to the macarena, helplessly inebriated, until 4 in the morning - these are memories to CHERISH.)

See, I think it’s great that you not only got the handbag and the book but you also didn’t LOSE any children while you multitasked.

That’s a bitch to explain.

BB Guns - easy - the whole internet is out of BB Guns and Target doesn’t carry them anymore. However, Stuart Little is on and we can make ice cream sundaes. Who’s in?

Crap. Now I want ice cream.

And PS, I don’t need a bag or a bb gun, myself, BUT - where exactly do we go to be greeted by a boob grab? Can I use Google maps to find this place?

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