It's my fault for booking last Friday with out doing a verbal advisory on the cancel policy, but I was afraid if I didn't book it, they'd want the space and then I wouldn't be able to get it. Damn Damn Damn. Ah the joys of travel agentry. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be travel agents. I mean it.
If I can't get this fixed, I'm in a world of hurt.
So after being a complete head case cos I wasn't getting feedback on my songfic, I reposted it, pimped it a bit and VOILA: warm fuzzies. I am such a crackwhore for comments. It's pathetic. But you know, Beta-goddess Carol and I worked really hard on the damn.
Mr. Hugh Laurie won the Golden Globe last night. OMG. The hotness and cuteness in one adorable, tuxedoed package. YUMMYRIFFIC. I love you Hugh!
Luckily Hubby was not at home to watch me mewl and writhe and re-watch about 3 or 4 times on my blessed Tivo.