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I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Tumblr made me do it.November 24th, 2011
I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Tumblr made me do it.On Tuesday morning, Jo would find flowers in her office, on her desk.
There is a note under the edge of the vase that just says Happy Anniversary! and has a big smiley-face on it.
Chuck also made child-care arrangements (with Mary, perhaps?) for that evening, so they could go out for a nice, quiet, classy dinner somewhere. After dinner, he gave her a necklace, which currently looks like this...
...but additional pearls can be added every year, so each one is for a new anniversary. Symbolism! It's very important! Chuck is a fan of symbolism!
[ooc: Pretend this is not SUPER LATE, okay? Um. I sort of have a thing where I fail at dates and remembering them, even when reminded, apparently - but Chuck would not, so... I am just posting this late wheee.]
There is a note under the edge of the vase that just says Happy Anniversary! and has a big smiley-face on it.
Chuck also made child-care arrangements (with Mary, perhaps?) for that evening, so they could go out for a nice, quiet, classy dinner somewhere. After dinner, he gave her a necklace, which currently looks like this...
...but additional pearls can be added every year, so each one is for a new anniversary. Symbolism! It's very important! Chuck is a fan of symbolism!
[ooc: Pretend this is not SUPER LATE, okay? Um. I sort of have a thing where I fail at dates and remembering them, even when reminded, apparently - but Chuck would not, so... I am just posting this late wheee.]
So, jerk demon is gone and there's celebrations.
Roadhouse. I'm picking up the tab. Go drink, whoever wants to.
Jo, I'm fairly convinced its gonna be a busy night for you!
Roadhouse. I'm picking up the tab. Go drink, whoever wants to.
Jo, I'm fairly convinced its gonna be a busy night for you!
Im not feeling so great. Might skip on dinner tonight. But Sam is having his thing so you should go. Bring whoever
I'm really not getting how someone can fall asleep in California and then wake up in the fucking sticks. Is this some kind of new phenomena that I'm somehow not aware of? Because damn, if it is, I'm way behind on the news.
Americans? Why are you lined up at the store at 11pm at night? Rather, why were you lined up at the store at 6pm this evening? Now I'm officially confused.
I get why it's called Black Friday. That part I understand. But I really think it ought to be called Red Friday for the amount of blood about to potentially be spilled. Are people really this crazy?
[Darcy]
I know you're all for saving money, but tell me there's another way? Though I did hear about a bridal store where they had a sale going and women trampled each other to get dresses. Now I'm just disturbed!
[Freddie]
Does this get me a badge of Americanism, now? A proper Thanksgiving meal and all?
We really ought to set a date, you know.
I get why it's called Black Friday. That part I understand. But I really think it ought to be called Red Friday for the amount of blood about to potentially be spilled. Are people really this crazy?
[Darcy]
I know you're all for saving money, but tell me there's another way? Though I did hear about a bridal store where they had a sale going and women trampled each other to get dresses. Now I'm just disturbed!
[Freddie]
Does this get me a badge of Americanism, now? A proper Thanksgiving meal and all?
We really ought to set a date, you know.