A sweet little Canadian girl whisked off to the wilds of Tennessee by a dashing Southern gentleman, I now have to survive in a land devoid of Tim Horton's coffee and Shreddies, where tabaggons are worn on your head and toques draw blank looks. The words are the same but the language is different. This is my story.
You Are Blitzen |
 Always in good spirits, you're the reindeer who loves to party down with Santa. Why You're Naughty: You're always blitzed on Christmas Eve, while flying! Why You're Nice: You mix up a mean eggnog martini. |
posted by Janey @ 5:28 PM
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I'm a no longer 20-something accountant who has somehow managed to squeek by without getting a pocket protector. A far cry from the career in instrumental music I was going to pursue!
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hmmmm, i don't know Janey. I have to confess I don't kno much about their characters, but just dropped in to say hi!
*L* I'm Dancer....who is supposed to be a bit naughty...maybe because I answered that "Santa's alright after you get a few drinks in him"?? *L*
By the way, did you get my e-mail regarding Sarah and the travel visa?
Hmmm ... apparently this message didn't take before ...
Hi Val!
Mar - I did, but I don't think we have enough time anyway for her to start work in January. The accident put so many things up in the air that now she is tossing all kinds of ideas around. Ah well. Thanks anyway!
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