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Nov. 4th, 2011 10:21 pmMy brother's 40th birthday gift didn't get there. SOmehow it cherry picked his address as my billing address (how they got paid I have no idea) and my parents addy (on my list for holidays) as the mailing address. At least they got it but mom didn't realize it. She orders a lot of books and thought it was hers so she didn't open it with all that's going on.
My SiL hosed my brother. She didn't have to work today so she snuck down to the clinic, pulled John's car around to the front of the clinic, tied balloons and black crepe ribbons and poster it over with photos of him and a big sign saying lordy lordy look who's 40. She's 4 years younger than him.He's already plotting his revenge.
I did some drinking today and hung out with friend.
Snippet of the day Searing heat moved past her in thick, smoky waves. Charis tried not to look back at her commanding officer and lover. When Ethon used his magic like this, it was hard to remember he was as human as the rest of them. Next to her, standing outside the inferno that was the temple, Corporal Neifion Butcher watched, gaping openly. The misnamed gentle boy really had no business in the military if one asked Charis, but he was good with all the new gadgets. However, he had only been a kid in the last war. He had never seen Constable Drake eat fire.
Charis moved to the side, feeling the heat picking up intensity. She had no choice but to glance at Ethon to see what he was doing: From the ecstatic look, enjoying his fire. She scanned the surroundings, unsure if everyone in a deep green uniform was actually a friend. Someone had made sure the call to Ethon had come late. Were they setting him up to fail or had they moved in someone to take him out? She could be reading too much into it, but she knew her father and brother. If they had decided Ethon was a threat, he was dead.
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My SiL hosed my brother. She didn't have to work today so she snuck down to the clinic, pulled John's car around to the front of the clinic, tied balloons and black crepe ribbons and poster it over with photos of him and a big sign saying lordy lordy look who's 40. She's 4 years younger than him.He's already plotting his revenge.
I did some drinking today and hung out with friend.
Snippet of the day Searing heat moved past her in thick, smoky waves. Charis tried not to look back at her commanding officer and lover. When Ethon used his magic like this, it was hard to remember he was as human as the rest of them. Next to her, standing outside the inferno that was the temple, Corporal Neifion Butcher watched, gaping openly. The misnamed gentle boy really had no business in the military if one asked Charis, but he was good with all the new gadgets. However, he had only been a kid in the last war. He had never seen Constable Drake eat fire.
Charis moved to the side, feeling the heat picking up intensity. She had no choice but to glance at Ethon to see what he was doing: From the ecstatic look, enjoying his fire. She scanned the surroundings, unsure if everyone in a deep green uniform was actually a friend. Someone had made sure the call to Ethon had come late. Were they setting him up to fail or had they moved in someone to take him out? She could be reading too much into it, but she knew her father and brother. If they had decided Ethon was a threat, he was dead.

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Date: 2011-11-05 12:40 pm (UTC)I like the snippet!
Sorry you didn't place, but a book is nice...
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Date: 2011-11-05 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-05 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-05 03:46 pm (UTC)thanks
indeed
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Date: 2011-11-05 05:44 pm (UTC)My roomie pulled a birthday surprise on her mom one year where we had balloons and embarrassed her. Now she refuses to tell us where her husband will be taking her to dinner for her birthday. *snicker*
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Date: 2011-11-05 07:01 pm (UTC)You're welcome!
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Date: 2011-11-05 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-05 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-05 07:38 pm (UTC)