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Well, I'm about to turn of the last computer, so I'm probably going to be out of contact for most of the next 4 and a bit days.

Going back to Mum and Dad's for Christmas. I'm leaving here in about an hour for the airport, and Glenn is driving there from St George today (he should have left already, but I'll get there before him most likely). We weren't sure if we were going to have Glenn this year, due to him not necessarily being able to get the time off, but it's rained enough out there that he's off work until after Boxing Day.

Have a wonderful break people, but please be safe. I'd rather not lose any of you.

*hugs*

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pastryproducts
Dec. 21st, 2007 10:30 pm (UTC)
Merry Birthdaying!
delwyn
Dec. 21st, 2007 11:05 pm (UTC)
I'd rather not loose any of you.

Don't expect us to get micro-chipped just so you can find us easily ;)


Have a great holiday dude!
aeduna
Dec. 21st, 2007 11:20 pm (UTC)
... turn... off? they do that? :)
aeduna
Dec. 22nd, 2007 09:26 am (UTC)
Ironically we lost power long enough to run the UPSes down today. Now I will shut my mouth.
aphephobia
Dec. 22nd, 2007 05:06 am (UTC)
Have a good, safe trip, and take care of yourself!

And happy holidays to you too!
umbra_mentis
Dec. 22nd, 2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
"please be safe. I'd rather not loose any of you."

Right back at you - have a great time and *holiday hugs*!
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