That was annoying, turning on the tv and then getting busy doing my nails and not being able to hit the mute OR ANYTHING until I finished a finger. Oy. I'd like to watch some entertainment tonight that doesn't leave me screaming.
Yay Burrell & co! That's really a lovely name. My first babysitting gig (ok, so it was me and his brother and mom was doing laundry) was for an Isaac. He's in his 20s now. Eek. He's got spikey hair? Cute!
OK, so I was right and a fan motor is fried on my a/c (maintenance actually showed. Shocking.) Bets on whether they will actually fix it?
Kat, I LOVED them together.
Thank you, Sumi. I want a whole season of that.
Oh! Oh! What does Franny think? I love watching the older sibling's reaction. Miss P was delighted and totally thought he was her new doll. But she got bored when he went to sleep and went to ransack visitors' bags. My friend's 18 month old A clearly thought his new sister was an alien threat. He would not make eye contact with her or the person holding the baby. He managed to not look once at his mom (holding the baby) after a first glance when they brought him in. He was perfectly cheerful, but clearly exercising some denial. He got over it quickly, but that first day was hilarious.
holy crap.
I can't believe that
Dixon
did that. Wow. Seriously. Wow.
Poor
Dixon.
Whew. Not necessarily
tragic, but so damned close even if the guy hasn't died yet.
The thing is
Dixon
doesn't know that
Nestor Serrano
isn't dead, you know? And there he goes -- flying off to
Peru in a Terror!Plane.
I know, Sumi. And,
Dixon
being
Dixon
is pretty torn up about it.
Aw. My love for him grows.
I have seen the OC, no press conference for me. Mwahahaha! But I have to say, my eyes nearly fell out of my head they were rolling so much.
My time zone is wasted on me. It's just after five, and I anticipate no problems watching the OC, except I don't watch it. Not that I'm gloating or anything. Instead, I will go to a lovely and very short evensong service and then have a nice walk in the sunshine. Perhaps I may go to the Island Pub and have a beer, since I have now found the one and only kind of beer that I not only don't hate, but actually like.
I'm feeling pretty good, Kat, apart from the soreness and the tiredness. But given that DH, Franny, and my MiL all have a bad cold, it turns out I'm the perkiest one in the house.
I'd write more, but someone wants to nurse. Again.