Hee. There's a profile where the person's filled out her thoughts on various subjects. They include:
Children: I like them, but I cannot eat a whole one. They are never the same when you defrost.
Commitment: Some days I wake up all keen and committed to save a starving child in Africa, organise Middle Eastern peace and make it rain for our farmers. It should be easier now I am devoid of having to catch Saddam too.
Intimacy: I once watched 2 racoons root. It was a long time ago. I still get concerned now and then if I am a perv because of this one incident.
Travel: I want to meet the man in the moon. I think its a woman. I want proof.
Religion: I want a boppy Jesus with swivel hips for my rear vision mirror. As soon as Audi swap Elvis for Rocking Jesus I will too.
Only problem is, in her picture she looks like she's about six, and that's more of a long game than I'm willing to play.
And I was sorely tempted to reply, "Well, you could have started by not divorcing me."
I'm so sorry. It's not childish at all to not send anything. You really don't owe him anything. Now it is about taking care of yourself.
Say hi to the burrowing owls. Oh, and the Californian condors. And the Pere David's deer. And the birds, pretty much all of them. And if any other animals look like they're missing me, say hi to them too.
I did! They have lots of new babies there. I missed a lot of the birds though and I couldn't find the R2D2-sounding one sadly. The black-footed ferret was hiding too well however. There was a sleepy bighorn sheep that was adorable. And a skunk thiefed his through the condor's enclosure.
The only thing that marred my adoration of the diversity of life was coming home to thousands of ants swarming a corner of the kitchen where the cats' food was. I made my own little Auschwitz for them.
There's a profile where the person's filled out her thoughts on various subjects.
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Can I date her?
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Madrigal's Beep Me just reminded me that I have to check the car for feral lemons in the morning. I only counted fourteen in the kitchen and I think I left Camarillo with at least fifteen. Which, yes, is a lot of lemons.
terrible guilt feelings - We had to clip percy's claws tonight. he behaved realatively well for some one that turns psycotic when restrained and haveing his paws touched. He was drugged ( the drugs are a bit old so not as effective) which helps,but I still ended up cutting the quick on one paw. guilty guilty guilty. but he doesn't seem to care now that we are no longer torturing him
oh -- and yay for libkitty ...debt free, what a place to be....
beth, percy will be fine and is no longer upset with you already. No guilt needed.
Then again, I fed my cats ants. My advice should likely be weighed against this.
I did! They have lots of new babies there. I missed a lot of the birds though and I couldn't find the R2D2-sounding one sadly. The black-footed ferret was hiding too well however. There was a sleepy bighorn sheep that was adorable. And a skunk thiefed his through the condor's enclosure.
Skunk! How cool!
Is it childish not to send your ex-husband a quick "happy birthday" email?
Sorry, I missed this before. I don't think you're under any obligation. You need to decide what you're capable of in this scenario, you're under no requirement to martyr your emotions to appearances. And, my thoughts are with you.
Can I date her?
Sure, I hear counting the rings works well.
So much gronk. I woke up with a massive headache this morning, probably a combination of period and dehydration. And, since I walked to and up the Acropolis in high-heeled dress shoes that are a bit small, my feet are a mass of blisters and soreness.
The concert was pretty good, though. It was a work thing, so we had to schmooze a little with various contacts, but that wasn't bad. We were sort of coat-tailing with 1500 All-State Insurance star performers, who were getting the concert as part of their reward. I had forgotten what Americans look like, so it was interesting from that aspect. And they were much better behaved than I was expecting.
The Lord of the Rings concert event itself was a lot more tasteful than the schedule had indicated; I was prepared for pole-dancing elves. But they did that part of the evening straight (we left after that, so it may have deteriorated from there). Most of the choir were high school students, and I ended up sitting across from a couple of them on the metro on the way home. I gave them my program, as they didn't get one, so they could have a memento with their photos and names and all, and they really did a lovely job.
Off to get milk and have breakfast.
my Mom...
Not my fault!
I hope you feel better, Raq.
Skunk! How cool!
It really was. He was running to and fro, dodging. Very cute. Also not startled, which is good with skunks.
Oof. So tired. Off to sleep.
