That all sounds wonderful, Cass. I am so sorry I wasn't home in time to go.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
She really is a gifted puker.
I walked in from the airport, washed my hands, picked up the baby, and was hurled on from shoulder to nip in about three minutes.
I was cranky that you weren't able to join Perkins (yep, I am getting used to the new name still, I retyped twice.). Bad flight timing.
And she only puked down my bare arm. I wore a tank top on purpose, you can aim the wee ones sometimes.
She is darling though... Reguritation and all.
I have a tiny sunburn on one shoulder where I missed putting on the block. It's a testament to my day in the sun.
Bad flight timing.
Yep. I made my reservations before this was planned.
Sad now.
Me too. Bad lack of planning things.
But it sounds like you had a great trip from my skippy skimmy reading.
edit: And now I am going to attempt this sleep thing we've spoken of...
Timelies!
Ok...let's see if I can remember everything.
Aidan and Kara are so sweet! Thanks so much for sharing the pics, Deena.
Cass, sounds like a lovely afternoon. I'm so jealous!
Erin, I'm with you on trying to find the perfect job to hold me over. Good luck!
Hmmmm...there was more, but I don't remember it all. Hugs and puppies all around.
I need to be studying for an exam I have today, but I had to get all caught up here and in LJ first. Then I'll study. Really. I'm not all that worried about the exam. I listen well in class, take good notes, have all the handouts. Plus, she gives us a study sheet, which makes studying even easier.
Why's Brendan hurting?
Hernia. Much pain for the big guy.
Finally looked through Deena's pics this morning. So very cute. Nice way to start the day.
Oh, yeah! That's what I forgot. Poor Brendan! Sending much ~ma.
ION, studying for this exam is boring.
For all my bitching about the war in Iraq, we remained relatively untouched by it. Until Saturday. My husband's friend (who was in our wedding) was killed when his humvee ran over an IED. He was a volunteer fireman, an all-around great guy and he leaves a wife and two kids. *sigh*
There'll be no catching up after the long weekend.
I hope this miserable rain is just March's way of saying "Fuck you. Good-bye."