If you can't say something nice about someone . . .
". . . don't say anything at all," right?
. . . sit right here by me.
My ***-*******, *****, ********* landlord, after stringing us along for several months and giving evasive answers to direct questions, finally announced a few weeks ago that he was kicking us out in favor of new tenants. (Despite repeated requests for a lease, we've only ever been month-to-month.)
I managed to negotiate until November 30th, but he timed this particular bombshell to drop right before I went on vacation for two weeks, and I'm leaving again this Saturday for a week. It looks like we have a new space lined up--right across the street, in fact. However, with all of the crazy, I decided not to add another layer of stress, so I am rescheduling my client appreciation party.
When: Thursday, Dec 10, 5-7:30pm
Where: New office! I'll, um, share the details when I have them.
So--those are the two big things. New office, rescheduled party.
But, so as not to leave you on a down note, I will share the results of another party--one from last week.
For those who want to know how a woman who doesn't really do massage (so I've been told) managed to get first again, I don't know. Of course, I have my suspicions, but I can see my lawyer giving me the stinkeye from here, so I'm just going to zip it.
My mother would be so . . . proud? Well, at least she wouldn't roll her eyes and say "Oh, Erica!" in that exasperated tone I might have heard once or twice.
In my absence, I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.
. . . Stop laughing.
Buuuuut . . . if any of you either a) figure out what the blanked-out asterisks stood for, or b) come up with something different that makes me laugh until I snort, then you'll get something nice. Maybe a hug, maybe a high-five, maybe a few extra minutes on the table--maybe immortalized in a clever anecdote! I'll come up with something.