Plus he's wearing his Kat&ita onesie.
Is that the one I made where ita has the black eye?
You'd better be taking pictures, Burrell!
19 more minutes until I escape for a week. To the hell that becomes houseguests related to you.
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.
Plus he's wearing his Kat&ita onesie.
Is that the one I made where ita has the black eye?
You'd better be taking pictures, Burrell!
19 more minutes until I escape for a week. To the hell that becomes houseguests related to you.
Whoah. Huge thunderstorm in NY all of a sudden.
jealous!
Huge thunderstorm in NY all of a sudden.
Yeah, I was about to leave work, but now I'm thinking not so much.
From the SI website:
7. On his 25th birthday Marat Safin beat Federer in the Australian Open semifinals. On his 19th birthday, Nadal beat Federer in the French Open semifinals. Coincidence? Hildegard Vandromme of Brussels notes that Joachim Johansson has a birthday on July 1. Hmmm.
I am gonna hang until 6 and see if it lets up a bit, although I do have an umbrella here.
Whoah. Huge thunderstorm in NY all of a sudden.
It was completely black out there a few minutes ago. Looks like it's letting up a tiny bit now.
Hilarious. Em is just getting into some of her 3-6 month stuff.
Tell me about it. Frances is still quite petite. She's only 23 pounds, so even though she's about average for height, she just looks so much smaller than the other toddlers. Isaac isn't what I'd call a fat baby--he's not one of those rolly-polly babies with arms like sausages--but he just so much bigger than his sister was at this age. He's already 10 pounds or so.
Looks like our are still out in W. Md. We have a severe thunderstorm watch until 10 pm, so....
Tomorrow's forecast: 89 and FOG. Dude, if it is 89, it ain't fog. It's HAZE. It is suspended rain. It is a sauna. It is steam. Not FOG.
You'd better be taking pictures, Burrell!
I promise.
::grabs camera::
Strange things happened to Netscape (and now it's refusing to open), so my effusiveness went interrupted. To meara:
Wait. The next fifty years? So like, from now, to 2055?
Actually, I think it's that it starts getting bad about then. Not that it'll be unlivable by then. Er, but I'm not much with the sciencey stuff, and tend to get it wrong.
Rub the entire ear - even a little stroking on the inside of the tip.
By this point my cat is flicking her ear and looking annoyed.
Scratch the side of his face, below his whiskers.
By this point my cat has bitten you and gone away.
(Even a cat you just met is now melting under your touch!)
Ha.
With clouds of billowing white nylon mesh, mauve or denim blue accent bows and a matching pillow, this tent is pure fantasy.
They mean "billowing nylon shreds," don't they?
Maybe the avian flu will kill enough people to head off global warming?
My understanding is that NOTHING CAN STOP THE WARMING.