The art of losing isn't hard to master...

Drat. My brass rat is missing and I didn't have time to find it this morning (it wasn't in any of its usual places and it isn't here either). Between that and some unfinished business in my personal life, I feel... well, slightly worried, and not quite behind the eight ball. I'll also join bluechromis in the antisocial corner; hanging out last night was fun and I'm headed for a bbq on Satuday, but damned if I want to see anyone else between now and then. HLM is completely exempt from both those statements, by the way... he's not part of either problem at all, and ( here's TMI about our relationship, as long as I'm typing )

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I did just make an appointment with a florist to talk about blue flowers. Oh, and Cousin T, the first of the people we invited but hoped wouldn't come, just wrote to me asking what airport to fly into. I guess we knew that would happen with some of them.

*gasp*

HLM just found my rat while vacuuming behind the couch. What a beautiful thing. He's so very nice. And it's almost time to tango...