Eek, -t! I'm so sorry. What a jerk!
Mal ,'Jaynestown'
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Thanks. And I am looking for validation right now.
gmail is working fine for me, btw.
{{-t}} That must be so stressful. I'm glad to know that you'll be getting away from him.
Oh, and gmail is working fine for me, except that I wish the lists I'm subscribed to there would talk a little more. Don't they realize it's their job to distract me, lest I have to work on my novel or a freelance project before NOON?
Oh no, -t! That's just asinine of him. There are better ways of being a landlord.
I, on the other hand, think I can solve my life by doing the right internet quiz.
erika, may I tag this?
Just made some half-assed coq au vin, and am now going to eat it. Yay dinner!
Aw, -t. That seriously sucks.
Now I'm wondering if I'm unusual for not worrying more about Annabel's health or checking her breathing more often!
Hee! I think you worry about Annabel just fine.
T. - See, I would totally guilt the shit out of him right now. Somehting like, "I am so sorry. We were moving because I was pregnant, but I miscarried. It has taken me a while to recover and I wasn't (maybe sigh heavily here) supposed to do any heavy work, so the house needs more cleaning that it should." I believe if something terrible happens, you have every right to use it any wau you want to silence an asshole who is annoying the hell out of you, and most men cower in the face of Woman Things.
Points to what Robin said. -t, if I can next week, Imma hook you up with Cyn. She's excellent at handling things, and may be able to help with the new place hunt.
How in the world will you decide what to take?
I am going to root through my mothers and grandmothers homes when I go there in July.
Hee! I think you worry about Annabel just fine.
Ah, but I just worry about her intellectual development in the way only a precocious overachiever married to a precocious overachiever can justify. Which in turn makes me worry that I'm going to turn into one of Those Mothers. ("OMG, I have to get Annabel into the best preschool, or she'll never get into Harvard!")