Calendar Girl Blog: A Happy Customer
Dear Calendar Girl,
Greetings bear I from wet eastern shores to sunny Guelph. Allow me to update you. Since the Venusberg confirmed that the consignment of gold arrived today, I careened into the office and said 'anyone for shopping?'. It turned out to be a bad moment due to conference calls so they entrusted me to the shrine alone.
The good ladies of the shop of the evening star,Venus Envy, (which is much more fun to visit in company) were intrigued that I should be scooping out calendars from the cardboard box under the table that had only just arrived, and not been unpacked. I think I sort of promised them a stampede. I had promised my colleagues not to look at anything in the store and especially not to peek at the calendar, which was now wrapped.
I returned to the office where we referentially and ceremoniously opened the Tablets of Stones of Sue to determine the messages that would guide us during 2006.
Well Calendar Girl, you have excelled yourself - again. Unbelievable - no it isn't, you know I have unswerving faith. I think we have decided to hang the calendar in the entrance way as the first thing visitors will see. They think you are really cool and neat, and so do I.
Then over to Atlantic News where Breast of Canada is prominently displayed amongst the women's magazines, not the calendars. Odd, but not wrong. Thank you Steve and Michelle.
Phew - not bad for day 1, like Nouveau Beaujolais. I shall let my reactions percolate for a while.
A Loyal Coaster of Halifax
Calendar Girl must tell you that she wore mitts, a scarf and a wool coat last night while sitting around a camp fire....it was that cold.
Darn, maybe we are always frozen up here.
Calendar Girl
Greetings bear I from wet eastern shores to sunny Guelph. Allow me to update you. Since the Venusberg confirmed that the consignment of gold arrived today, I careened into the office and said 'anyone for shopping?'. It turned out to be a bad moment due to conference calls so they entrusted me to the shrine alone.
The good ladies of the shop of the evening star,Venus Envy, (which is much more fun to visit in company) were intrigued that I should be scooping out calendars from the cardboard box under the table that had only just arrived, and not been unpacked. I think I sort of promised them a stampede. I had promised my colleagues not to look at anything in the store and especially not to peek at the calendar, which was now wrapped.
I returned to the office where we referentially and ceremoniously opened the Tablets of Stones of Sue to determine the messages that would guide us during 2006.
Well Calendar Girl, you have excelled yourself - again. Unbelievable - no it isn't, you know I have unswerving faith. I think we have decided to hang the calendar in the entrance way as the first thing visitors will see. They think you are really cool and neat, and so do I.
Then over to Atlantic News where Breast of Canada is prominently displayed amongst the women's magazines, not the calendars. Odd, but not wrong. Thank you Steve and Michelle.
Phew - not bad for day 1, like Nouveau Beaujolais. I shall let my reactions percolate for a while.
A Loyal Coaster of Halifax
Calendar Girl must tell you that she wore mitts, a scarf and a wool coat last night while sitting around a camp fire....it was that cold.
Darn, maybe we are always frozen up here.
Calendar Girl
posted by Sue Richards at 3:06 PM
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