Oh, Fiona! I don't think I have the vocabulary for how cute the "big brother with baby sister" pictures are. She's adorable, and he looks so much like a kid! Like he left all his babyhood behind, completely.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
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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.
Oh, Fiona, such darling pictures!
Man, those are great pictures. What a great looking family!
So, so adorable!
My new phone is a kind of royal blue, which I quite like. iBob is approximately Bondi blue, which doesn't match, alas.
Timelies,
Gronk. The "why oh why can't I sleep?" trend continues. Though my writing was directly to blame last night. There was a scene in the most recent chapter that I was really unhappy with, but couldn't figure out how to fix, and the right scene started playing out in my head while I was trying to fall asleep, so I had to get up, turn the computer back on and write it down before it all faded away. I still lost part of it, but what made it on to the page was much better than what was there originally.
Sorry about the sleeplessness, Kalshane. But I'm glad to hear it's productive sleeplessness, anyway.
Thanks. I just wish my sleepiness for the previous week was equally productive.
Okay, I had to fast forward through the Vegas stuff in Swingers.
Vegas, baby, VEGAS!!!
Teppy, I thought of you at the wedding we attended on Saturday.
Man, my annoyance at my aunts' bad behavior has only grown now that I've slept on it. Particularly the great-aunt who told me I needed to be the same size as my size-2 SiL.
Nobody -- okay, from this moment on (and now I sound like buttmonkey Xander) -- nobody gets to say *anything* about my weight where I can hear it, and if they do, regardless of who says it, even if it's my 80-something great-aunt, I am KICKING THEIR ASS.
Two exceptions exist: (1) if I actually ask "Hey, do I look like a manatee today?" and (2) if my rolls of fat are overtaking the world and flopping out of my clothing such that someone's pet/medication/hand is trapped under the aforementioned rolls; then they may say something like, "Excuse me, but I think my chihuahua is under your fat roll. No, the other one. No, the *other* other one."
Otherwise, they die bloody. Leave my fat rolls alone, evil family.
Particularly the great-aunt who told me I needed to be the same size as my size-2 SiL.
It's completely obnoxious. Nothing mitigating unless her brain is addled.