'Verily?

No, see, you've dimmed Beverly. Verily's no more a nick than Bev is.

Of course, every name is impossible to nick, since nicking isn't something you do do names.

Well, he's home, pretty much in the same shape as when I left him this morning. Another episode of the same problem that we're trying to get solved.

On to bed.

I'm glad he's home, connie and no worse for wear. I hope the problem does get resolved, and with as little stress as possible, for the both of you.

Well, my TT name was BeVERly, close to Verily. There are friends who still call me BeVERly. I think most people just call both nicks and dims "nicknames," and don't disinguish between them. Thus, a diminutive of a formal name can be a nickname, as can a derrogatory or descriptive.

I have a Deeeeennnaaa, I have a Deeennnaaa.

I win.

I'll see you a family of Buffistas and raise you A FRIKKIN EAGLE!

(and if billytea isn't dead yet, as I type this I'm eating lamb)

Killed. Totally dead. Oh, except I whipped up a lamb salad tonight with a mint yoghurt sauce, because I WANT TO LIVE! Even so, very jealous of the r-r-r-raptors.

In like a lion, out like a liger.

Canberra Zoo has tigons. Apropos of nothing.

I had a phone therapy session this morning. The good news: I'm not depressed, my life really does suck. So I'm a realist. Huzzah!

One of these days, I am SO getting to Cincy to see Steph and the aquarium.

The zoo has multiple species of penguin. IJS.

I would name a kid Fredrick and call him "Frodo".

I was called Bilbo growing up.

I'll see you a family of Buffistas and raise you A FRIKKIN EAGLE!

If you start raising an eagle, Dallas is going to freak.

Which reminds me of that story last year (?), about the guy with a tiger in his NYC apartment. Which they finally managed to snare and remove, allowing them to tackle the alligator in the bathtub.

Now there was a guy with a use for Hello Kitty products.

Conversation a moment ago at Chez tea:

Me: "Now I want to see someone do a puppet version of I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream using Hello Kitty dolls."
Brendan: "...If I said that I knew what you were about to say then, I'd be lying."

I had a phone therapy session this morning. The good news: I'm not depressed, my life really does suck. So I'm a realist. Huzzah!

Beverly, an older name-the-baby sort of book we have (as in, my folks had it to aid in naming me, back in the dark ages) listed Buffy as a diminutive for Beverly. Since BtVS, everywhere I've looked online lists Buffy as the dim for Elizabeth, but not that book. So, do you stress the second syllable of your name? Is that whyfor the BeVERly?

Teppy, floor grout is often not white to begin with. As far as I understand, most often it is grey, because white would show dirt so easily. Are you sure your grout was white, once?

All you Buffistas in the Midwest, go ahead with your taunting with PerKINSlee having, and meetage, and whatever. Have fun, you meanie pants.

Timelies, everyone.

I am feeling less stressy than I was yesterday, but still pretty darn stressy.

Oh, poor Anne. Have you come back to the buyers with what you are and are not willing to do, re the inspection report?

When I read your post yesterday, where you mentioned you have to avoid letting the stress overcome you (you worded it differently I think), I really identified with that feeling. As often as not, if I don't think about it with purpose aforehand, when I have too much going on, my natural inclination is not to do any of it.

Have you come back to the buyers with what you are and are not willing to do, re the inspection report?

We're submitting the report today, which gives them three days to come back with a counter offer to the offer.

Now I have to start lining people up to do the work. I don't have easy access to a phone during my current temp job, which is driving me bats.

The thing that's bugging me--and I feel guilty for letting it bug me--is that my mom, who is usually my biggest support during times like this, is currently stressed to the breaking point with stuff going on with her family.