Oooooooooh Jilli! I showed K-Bug your lj icon pictures and she would die to have you dress her! Just in general.
Hee! Gosh, I'm flattered. Tell her to learn to sew, and hit thrift stores to find things to combine. Okay, there's more to it than that, but I'm a bit too loopy to be really coherent about it.
awwwww! None of the boys I dated ever did that.
The boy in question is the best friend of the son of some close family friends. So he knows he will have a lot to answer for if he goofs up.
(And my, I'm convinced that Paul is going to be very much like the Father of Reason when it comes to parenting.)
What, telling Princess TickyBox she was bought at the Second-Hand Children Store? That there are tribes of potato herders fighting off wily potato rustlers in Idaho? Raising her to be his revenge on the universe? Or just glowering at boys that try and talk to her?
Heck, I'd love to have Jilli dress me, even just for a day.
DH is Mr. Grumpy most of the time. Ask bt or Lee - they have met him.
All of the above.
Well, good. That's how dads are supposed to be, right?
So, which is going to be worse for me? The upset tum from drinking a cup of coffee, or the caffeine-withdrawal headache if I don't have it? I can't decide.
That there are tribes of potato herders fighting off wily potato rustlers in Idaho?
I love this. There should be epic sagas of their struggles.
I love this. There should be epic sagas of their struggles.
There were. Complete with an arms race over potato mashers and spatulas. I really should ask my dad to write some of them down.
::thwump::
Raquel, shame on them. Stick with us, and we'll show you the love.
BT! It's good to see you around. May the foot treatment work and the bad dreams leave you alone.
Jilli, I'm so glad to hear your friend is doing better. Now, you should feel better. Because I said so.
lexine, squee! K-bug is going to the prom!