The nickname thing

Stolen from Tara (pronounced Tear-uh) because, well, evidently I'm a huge freaking sucker for these meme things:

If you call me:

Samantha, you're me or most other people.
Sam, you talk to me often enough to be tired of saying my long first name.
Sammy, you're either Sarah or knew me in college.
Spam, you knew me in high school.
Samentha, you're Jeff.
Orange, you're Hay-den.
Mouse, you're Toby or Alex.
Dopey, you were a different dwarf with me in sixth grade or you talked to me on IRC around that time.
Samantha Anne Monkeygirl Mastachutes, you're my dad.
Samanthar, Queen of the Barbabians, you're my uncle Roy or my cousins Randy and Ryan.
Sissy, you're one of my brothers.

...and I think that those are the only ones that are still around.

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So it looks like we'll be going to Portland next weekend as the culmination of Jeff's Birthday Weekend in which we Buy Books and Do Other Things That People Do in Portland. (I'm waiting until the weather is, uh, spring-ier for my First Trip To Canada, which will somewhat pathetically also be my First Trip Out Of The Country.) I'm quite excited about this since I've never been to Oregon at all, but when I was in 4th grade I wrote a state report on it.
I bet I still have it around here somewhere; I should drag it out and read it to Jeff on our way down.

My elbows are so dry. I really must moisturize.