That looks fabulous, Laura. And your boys are so cute.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
Those Keene kids are creepy as hell.
So far in my NC visit, I've had:
- Chick-Fil-A
- Fried okra (twice)
- Grits (three times)
- BBQ pork ribs
- Hush puppies
- Black eyed peas
- Homemade banana pudding
- Cheerwine
- Collard greens
Still to get:
- Boiled peanuts
Bah! Someone tell me quick that my cat will hide under the bed of her new parents for a couple weeks, but emerge unscarred and completely not missing me.
mmmmmm boiled peanuts
Lilty, it may not even be a couple of weeks. If the new owners are nice and know how to hang with cats, your cat will be happy.
Laura, LOVE the pictures! What a fun vacation, and what a charming and adorable bunch of fellows you live with!
I saw zillions of new messages and freaked in the OhMyGodWhatHappenedIsEveryoneOkayOrDidSomeoneGetMarried kind of way. Then I realized it was just that the thread is dying. So I skimmed.
8:15 is a reasonable bedtime for a grown-up, right?
8:15 is a reasonable bedtime for a grown-up, right?
that's the best thing about being a grown up - you get to decide.
The thread is dying and we all come to mourn it...
Very Frustrating Thing: Talking to someone who is Very Far Away, and getting all het up. Damnit!
I have a home! (for a given value of home, which is a place to stay until Hubby recuperates and we can find our own place)
Our friend Ron bought a townhouse when he was more gainfully employed, and he's struggled with finances for the past several months. Hubby went to him when our first option fell through, and tonight, after a chat with Hubby regarding how to cope with the cats and sharing a kitchen and such, he said, "Come ahead."
It's right next to a train yard (but I love trains), and he's giving us the master bedroom, which he wasn't using anyway. He's a horrific housekeeper, but that just means we're going to take over some of those chorse in exchange.
He didn't want to discuss it till after the surgery, but Hubby pointed out that he didn't want me sitting in a surgical waiting room fretting over not having a roof over our head on top of wondering what was happening in the OR. Ron said that made sense. This gives us a month and a half to get packed and ready and for Hubby to be mostly mobile.
In a DVD extra to my life's adventures, Hubby went in on Friday to get the blood work done for the surgical screenings, and the nurses said, "Oh, but your surgery's been cancelled. The insurance company ruled it non-essential and cancelled it." Hubby asked which lawyer did they recommend he contact, or should he just call the state and report the accountants for practicing medicine without a license, that they would countermand the orders of the best neurosurgeon in the state. After some waffling and panic, the surgery was reinstated.
If the gods insist on being bored, can't they amuse themselves by making me the unexpected heir to a hitherto-unknown rich aunt?
Daniel may be killing one or more of my cats any minute now.
Their latest bout of wrestle-mania involved knocking over the fan that sits near his computer desk. No big deal? It took some panel from, I think, the Windoze machine out, as well.
They've both had time-out sessions tonight, one at a time at various moments. Next step is either being thrown into orbit, or a dual time-out for which we don't really have enough laundry baskets.