Penguins! Charlie! (I saw the gonna cry bit and I don't want 'fistas crying.)
So sorry, vw. That sounds hard.
Dawn ,'Storyteller'
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Penguins! Charlie! (I saw the gonna cry bit and I don't want 'fistas crying.)
So sorry, vw. That sounds hard.
(I saw the gonna cry bit and I don't want 'fistas crying.)
Aw thanks. I do cry pretty easily though. Charlie would probably also make me cry! I just KNOW the penguins will make me cry a lot.
Andi and Daniel sittin' in a tree.... Seriously, y'all are too cute.
Darn tootin.
And? We were in a rare brick tree. Finest kind.
(seriously, my parents have no boundaries)
Did they happen to drop by vw's this morning by any chance?
Our landgentry act very much as though we're guests that they'd forgotten were here, rather than tenants in an apartment building they've owned for at least ten years.
Emily, I'm still boggling that they came in your room while you were asleep--even after vw told them not to. I mean, what if you slept nekkid on top of the covers because it was hot?
.Should I go see the penguin movie or You, and Me, and Everyone We Know tonight? Or, for that matter, Charlie & the Chocolate Factory?
Having seen them all:
1. You, Me
2. Charlie
3. Penguins
Maybe I'm just cold-hearted, but the penguin movie seemed really long to me for a movie about ... penguins.
the penguin movie seemed really long to me for a movie about ... penguins.
But... but... but... Penguins!
Emily, I'm still boggling that they came in your room while you were asleep--even after vw told them not to. I mean, what if you slept nekkid on top of the covers because it was hot?
This is what I was thinking, or even just in something she wouldn't want to be wearing in front of the landlord and a COMPLETE STRANGER.
I mean, what if you slept nekkid on top of the covers because it was hot?
This is so seriously fucked up. vw and Emily's landlord sounds mostly clueless, and a little forgetful, but still. And taking pictures?! Hell-o.
We had a real psycho landlord once. He'd grown up in the house, and apparently figured this gave him permission to come in *any time*. No knocking, just used his key. For no discernible reason, ever, that I could tell. He came in once while I was home alone, and *in the shower*. Shudder.
I was three months pregnant with Jake. We lasted all of six weeks there, and picked up and left.
{{{vw}}} Good luck saying good-bye to the kids. That can be so hard.