SAve that letter, Polter, and show it to your family when they ask why you changed focus.
Today the local paper, tomorrow a space a few places down from Steven Hawking's books.
In Amy's-sister-news, (whitefonted for those who don't want to know these sorts of things about female anatomy)
they were able to pull most of the growths, which ranged in size from grape to tennis ball, but the biggest one is so close to a major artery that attempting to remove it would likely make the uterus unworkable, so they'd just go for full removal anyway. Sis still has hopes of a kid, so they're putting off anything more definitive for a while.
She's doing fine, Amy had to call her brother to get information because no one ever called her, and she's exploring the possibilities of hiring assassins or knee-breakers without getting caught.
she's exploring the possibilities of hiring assassins or knee-breakers without getting caught.
She's got one volunteer. I can wield a pretty mean lead pipe.
She's got one volunteer
Plus you could hide the pipe behind the baby and say, "Who, me, officer? I'm just a harmless mother with an adorable child."
Bah! I just got home from work, and would love to go to sleep. Unfortunatly, I drank FAR too much coffee/Mountain Dew/Diet Coke to keep me bouncy for my workers, and am all kinds of shaking now. Mebbe a NyQuil.
Or you could stay and play with us!
Yeah, it'll take a few minutes for the drugs to kick in, anyway. (No Nyquil, but something blue I'm certain is a Nytol or something.)
How was your day, Lee?
Holy SHIT! So, I just bring the computer in my room, and obviously, Cat had pushed the door open sometime tonight, because Captain Jack's bowl was turned over onto its side, and water was all over. (The noise must have scared her off, though, because, while I've found stuff near his bowl knocked onto the floor before, she's never actually gotten to him.)
So, bowl is on its side with just about no water left, just little bits between the marbles in the bottom, and Jack is still there (this is how I figure she got scared off) but he's all still with Xs for eyes and shit. Dead. Dead dead dead. And so I dump my water glass in there, all panicky, because I'm all juiced on caffeine.
THE FUCKER STARTS SWIMMING.
brain hurty, actually. Yours?
eta: Go Captain Jack!
brain hurty, actually. Yours?
Ick. The same. I don't wanna be Visual Director anymore. I want the Personnel job. Personnel's never got to stay till 2 am setting up props.
t /Whiny and hopped up
Why can't people realize that our brains, while spicy, function better when less than five people are asking them questions at a time? Then, set us on chaise lounges and feed us bon bons?
