Also, that whole loss of neck control when confronted by a bosom appears to be genetic.
That was the weirdest part of keeping her entertained while you were attacking the garden. There she was, happy in the babycarrier as we wandered around the house, and then suddenly she faceplanted into my chest. And
then
looked at me with a very indignant expression of "These are not the correct bosoms. They are not doing what I expect. I am not pleased."
(Plei, I have one container of chocolate fondue bath foam for you.)
Your old hair was pretty, but overwhelmed you. Your new hair looks great, but it's YOU that stands out, not the hair. The cut is excellent.
You look really cute in the styled and trimmed picture, and with your friend. Damn, your hair was long in the Before!
I also have creme bruleé and sugar wafer body wash, because I need more bath products to make me smell like a dessert.
And by cute I mean foxy and well-coiffed. Not baby bunny like.
I have always considered myself tough and competent. With Hubby in the hospital, I'm discovering that's not as true as I thought. Unexpected things happen, and I find myself dithering and wanting to hide. I hadn't realized how much I hide behind Hubby. He's my psychic big gun, and without him to snuggle against or touch base with, I keep catching myself unable to think. Hell, it took me fifteen minutes to come up with something to eat last night, and I'd planned that out two days ago. It might be the combination of Hubby out of reach and losing my home in the very near future. In any case, I don't like it and I want it to stop.
He didn't fully realize he was miniature.v
Mini Dobies never do. It's awfully cute.
Epic! Great hair!
Lilybean is sooooo cute, and JZ is soooo awesome with a bleach pen.
Hello!
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I've been having a sort-of baptism by fire here at work, but it's been very cool and fun and the people are very nice, and now it is almost the weekend which is my BIRTHDAY WEEKEND, so I'm very excited and my mother is here visiting, which drives me nuts, but I love her anyway. So.
Miss you guys!
eta: crap, Connie, i'm sorry. Many brackets to you.
{{connie}} Coping with the big stuff makes the small stuff harder. The coping circuits get filled up or something.
