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!")
Ah, but I just worry about her intellectual development in the way only a precocious overachiever married to a precocious overachiever can justify.
I see! So noted! Carry on then...
Oh my! My dad is in the newspaper. He gave a speech last night where he represented the members of his community, and it got written up: [link] So exciting.
I am going to root through my mothers and grandmothers homes when I go there in July.
There is a running joke in my family that what my sisters and I will have to bring to the ARS is a complete collection of Ben & Jerry's flavors, including the special runs and retired ones, because this is what we will find in my mother's freezer chest in the basement.