I swear we didn't consult each other on this.

My Father's Day card: "You've made me what I am today. Completely spoiled."

My brother's Father's Day card: "You've made me what I am today. My God, how do you sleep at night?"

Either the greeting card companies are running out of ideas or the two of us are just that freaking predictable.

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I have a toothache. A really annoying one. OW.

Plus, at the rate I'm going, I'm not going to have the time to write until Tuesday. Oh, for fuck's sake. *hits things* (It's probably a good thing, though, because my current story idea is looking to require a lot of planning.)

Oh, and that misprint I caught last week at work? I got told yesterday I'm getting a reward with "product" from the plant. Best guesstimate is that it'll be CDs or something. I suppose it's too much to hope for that I'll get to pick what I get from the stuff we make AND that we'll make the Supernatural season one set. That would be nice. :)

*winces* Do I really have to go to the dentist? I hate going to the fucking dentist like I hate going to the hospital. *grumbles*