flyby post: I have the best sister in the world
'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
It is way too early in the evening for me to be intoxicated. And yet, I am. My nose is numb. This is the downfall of having a friend live 1 block away. I had a long earnest conversation tonight with a 4-year-old about younger brothers and how much of a pain they can be. I'm going to have to call my brother tomorrow and tell him that.
This post took me a long time to type and check for accuracy. Just so you know.
Oh D., of the Griswold, formerly child of the nova, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Awww, Gris, Happy Birthday! What a sweet sister.
A very happy birthday to you, David.
Greg is stuffed full of good food that I didn't have to cook (as are the rest of us); the babies are down for the night, Nick came along for dinner and then went home, the front door is locked and all is well.
He says thank you all for the birthday wishes.
On the way to dinner tonight, Kara took off her shoes.
Nick: "Kara took off her shoes!"
Me: "Kara, you can't go in the restaurant without shoes, put them back on."
Kara: "No, there's sumpin in 'em!"
Nick: "There's nothing in them. Here, I'll put them on."
Kara: "NO! There's a DEAD BLUE BIRD IN ONE!"
Everyone else: "There is NO DEAD BLUE BIRD in your SHOE!"
Kara: "Oh.
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Is it a white bird?"
Nick: "She's certainly her parents' daughter."
Deena, teach the girl to write. Her stories beat anything on the TV right now.
She's working on it. She can write her name.
She's also got an invisible friend now. His name is Ain-Kor.
{{{JZ}}}
Happy Birthday, D. Griswold!
After three weeks involving various levels of sleep deprivation (due to either insomnia or too much frelling stuff to do), I got 10 blissful hours of snoozing in last night. It was wonderful. Today I did some vacuuming, laundry, and cleaned the bathroom, and now I'm going to try for an encore of lastnight's snoozefest. Mmmmmm, sleep.
Happy birthday, D. Griswold!
Jill, are you going out, or just being your usual gorgeous self?
Well, there's a birthday dinner for my very best friend later at a Morrocan restaurant, but today was mostly just running around with the pseudo-sib.
Happy Birthday, D. Griswold!
We just took Annabel out into the back yard to roam around. The neighbors to our north (the ones we only vaguely know, as opposed to our good friends on the other side) were there cooking dinner on the grill. Their 5-year-old, Fiona, came over to talk to Annabel through the fence. She asked if Annabel could come over to play when she's 3, and then again when she's 5, "but I'll probably be 12 or 10 by then."
We also plotted out the first expansion of our house, if the purchase works out--extending it out 12-15 feet or so in the back. We'll still have a decent-sized back yard by urban standards, and can greatly expand the kitchen/pantry area and add a bedroom for Annabel. And in a few years, we can think about expanding upward, and have an upstairs master suite with 2 bedrooms for kids and an office downstairs.
At least that's the dream.