Mmmm, frisbees.
Wait, is that right?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Mmmm, frisbees.
Wait, is that right?
I LOVE THOSE PICTURES.
The house, and the nursery, and the puppy and most of all the NonianStephanie.
Huh. I seem to have woken up all awake and stuff this morning.
eta:
I have none, Lee.
You should fix that, if you want to/can.
I just realized I haven't seen recent pictures of Raquel, Plei, -t and Stephanie. Want.
I have none, Lee.
Plei, I had a dream about you Monday night. You were pregnant in the dream, and cute as hell with your round little baby belly. We were shopping in some fancy department store. Not for baby stuff. And then I kissed you and said "That's the first time I've ever kissed a pregnant woman!"
Nothing prophetic or exciting, but still entertaining.
Not just frisbees. I think there may also be some kind of badminton involved. That thing is called a shuttlecock, right? That must be significant.
Steph, if I had a round little baby belly, I'd probably have pictures.
I'm not carrying huge, but I lack the neat roundness of, say, Burrell. So for a while there, I just looked like I'd gained weight around the middle.
Good lord, you people. With the making babies and the moving to new places and whatnot.
I wish there were any chance I'd post with Raquel because I bought some can of peas baked in oil or something at the Greek store, and I'm not entirely sure what to do with it.
Timelies,
Happy St. Urho's Day!
Just skipped 1800 posts. Apparently I missed a lot, including why Nonian is now Stephanie and Lee has reverted to Perkins.
That's about all I've got. Gronk.
Spam title squick of the day:
Jelly Donuts: Sexually Explicit
Ewwww. I so don't want to know.
today I feel royally craptastic. no idea why. late for work. I have a meeting about to start and I am not looking forward to attempting to communicate with people.
Today would be a good day to have only data-entry to do. Maybe after the meeting I can lock myself in my office and avoid human contact.
I'm about to jump through the computer to strangle my boss. He keeps emailing me, asking if I've gotten to various projects. I work ten hours a week. Every day I get to work, he hands me at least one "top priority" thing. Of COURSE I haven't gotten to the non-urgent things! Christ.