Party tonight and tomorrow, and a mystery postcard.

[gement]

Tonight. Tomorrow. Mathoms. My house. Be there or don't get rid of your unwanted treasures.

(I have also given permission to plantae to bring her homemade jam and homegrown honey for sale on the side. It's really good stuff.)

I got a postcard today with no identifying information and no Postcrossing code.




I have apparently been drafted into the Dag Hammarskjöld fan club by someone with access to the UN post office in New York. This is on par with getting mail from Serenity Valley. If it was one of you, fess up! (Edit: gfish and adularia were the culprits. Thanks!)

Comments

[gement.livejournal.com]

Um, no. You seem to have neglected that detail. :) So it was you, then? Now I'm confused. Oh! You asked for my address!

I'm an idiot.

[adularia.livejournal.com]

I do not wish you to think yourself an idiot! But boy, did I enjoy the subterfuge. :D

(Fish sent you the postcard. He put me up to calling you.)