Huh. My masculine whatnot has killed the thread. Thank you, deeply inappropriate spam!

Well, at least we know if a thread ever turns into a moster, we can just give it a bit of your Y chromosome and it'll calm down.

Cashmere baby!

woot, billytea!

Gronk. The boy decided 6 a.m. was a good time to wake up. I squeezed another 20 minutes of sleep, though, because he had to take the time to dump all the toys out of his crib, then his blankie. It wasn't until he had talked to the crib bumper than he decided to start shaking the rails--that's what gets me up.

My girl decided 4 am was a good time to wake up. We beat her back until 5:20, and now she is singing Rockabye Baby and Twinlke twinkle at the top of her lungs and wearing Daddy's sneakers (which are a size 13).

Congrats on the spoiler news, Cash. Can we start suggesting names now?

Can we start suggesting names now?

Yup.

My girl decided 4 am was a good time to wake up. We beat her back until 5:20, and now she is singing Rockabye Baby and Twinlke twinkle at the top of her lungs and wearing Daddy's sneakers (which are a size 13).

YIKES! You win.

MONKEYPANTS!

Hey Bitches!

Just a drive-by de-lurking because I thought this was too too funny:

Last night, I guess following Teppy's dream about Lilybean & Susan's about Annabel, I dreamt that I drove to Louisiana to rescue the latter two (dream geography prevailing, of course). Annabel was perfectly lucid and articulate, and helped me devise our escape plans, but warned me not to let her mother know, otherwise she'd send her to school early and *that* sounded like a drag. Dream obstacles overcome and rescue succesfully accomplished, we later kept in touch by frequent email...

(Oh me? Been around here for years, on-and-off. Such a Buffista-in-waiting you can't even imagine: ex-librarian; rabid Buffy, Angel, Firefly, LoTR, TDS fan; philosophy post-graduate; webmistress; sci-fi-writer-wannabe; grammar nerd from hell; prone to depression and anxiety but living and loving life; purple-haired eldergoth -- LJ lurker too, but hey Jilli; generally pretty fucking awesome but definitely one of life's spectators.)

Anyway, the punchline of my dream and point of all this publicity: in our later correspondence, Annabel asked for reassurance of secrecy regarding her advanced skills. My reply, and I shit you not:

"As you wish it honey, of course -- but you know, I'll always support you in dreammail".

Brains are cool!

Shambles, you have spicy braiiiiiiiiiiiins, and I'm not sure whether snuggling or eating them is the better part. How would you feel about both?

bt:

My masculine whatnot has killed the thread. Thank you, deeply inappropriate spam!

I misread this as "inappropriate sperm", and had time to think, "Really up for sharing us with AS, isn't he?" before rereading. But I'm not sure she's prepared to know just how many people around the world are loving her.

ETA: Also, I am such a freakin' tuls rebmun.

I misread this as "inappropriate sperm", and had time to think, "Really up for sharing us with AS, isn't he?" before rereading. But I'm not sure she's prepared to know just how many people around the world are loving her.

Hee. We did already have the "Just how many people have you told about me?" "Umm... About 200?" conversation. And she occasionally asks me what I've been saying about her. But yeah, it's a little hard to explain this place.

Oh, hi Shambles!

Hiya Shambles!

ex-librarian; rabid Buffy, Angel, Firefly, LoTR, TDS fan; philosophy post-graduate; webmistress; sci-fi-writer-wannabe; grammar nerd from hell; prone to depression and anxiety but living and loving life; purple-haired eldergoth

It's like we put her together from spare parts in the Buffista basement. <looks suspiciously toward MM>