The Reverend Lunatic's bedtime prayers
Today I give thanks for my Overlady and her detail-oriented wrath, and for being on the correct end of it.
I celebrate the birthday of the sort of friend you're still glad to have sixteen years later.
I give thanks for a damn good job, the sort where you can say "I'm the [department] minion" when introducing yourself to the CEO.
I cherish the growing bonds of fellowship and shenanigans with folks who love figuring out how to break shit as much as I do.
I celebrate the imminent birthday of the (fish) daughter I didn't ask for and got anyway, and also the one whose birthday it isn't.
Also more fish yay!
Hooray for the internet, and all the love and hilarity contained therein.
Hooray for Bluetooth, cellphones, and unlimited minutes.
Hooray for my elusive best friend.
The ocean, the sand, the sky, and the place they meet.
I celebrate the birthday of the sort of friend you're still glad to have sixteen years later.
I give thanks for a damn good job, the sort where you can say "I'm the [department] minion" when introducing yourself to the CEO.
I cherish the growing bonds of fellowship and shenanigans with folks who love figuring out how to break shit as much as I do.
I celebrate the imminent birthday of the (fish) daughter I didn't ask for and got anyway, and also the one whose birthday it isn't.
Also more fish yay!
Hooray for the internet, and all the love and hilarity contained therein.
Hooray for Bluetooth, cellphones, and unlimited minutes.
Hooray for my elusive best friend.
The ocean, the sand, the sky, and the place they meet.