Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)

Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

He shoots...HE SCORES!!

The bookmark went over very well, as did the flowers, and as did the super secret present I didn't even tell you about--a small selection of Harry and David chocolates (truffles, mints, and cherries) that came with a note that they were to be hidden and not shared with the children. Since she found out she doesn't have anything gastric that would preclude chocolate, such a gift was greatly appreciated. Although it was found out by one of the children who happened to be in the bedroom when the gift was discovered. And, of course, using the "sad eyes" technique allowed Middle Girl to sample the sweets with Mom. But none of the rest of the kids know, and I think Rebecca is pretty good at keeping a secret.

What did I receive?

You don't need to know.

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