Heh. One of my coworkers today was talking about owning the "magic bullet", and another coworker was all excited that she owend one too, and I'm all "Dear lord!" but it turned out they were talking about some kind of blender...
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Would have been more interesting had it been, um, that other kind.
He'll think I am hitting on him.
Tell him you're just practising for Racy Tracy.
Steph, I hope everything will be ok.
Heart-ma to The Clan of the Teppymen.
Here's one for Dylan and Susan. A fascinating and unique analysis of outfield defensive prowess. It validates what the eye sees - Ichiro is the best defensive outfielder in the game.
On the flipside, The Mariners ruin more pitching arms than most major league teams.
Oh, hell, Steph.
I'm sorry, and I hope he's okay.
I just discovered Have'a Corn Chips, with soy sauce and lime. Nummy.
Steph, I hope everything will be ok.
Thanks. I'm sure it will be; I'm just stressed because I feel like I'm expected to DO something, be some sort of rock of stability for the family, or something. (Probably because I always have been. I wonder what would happen if I flipped out and needed someone to be my rock, instead of me being the rock?) I'm not the family's go-to girl, damn it.
I'm going to bed.
Where is your Uncle,Teppy? You could go visit if he's nearby, other than that, checking to see how your Aunt and/or cousins are doing seems to be all a person COULD do.
Take care of yourself tonight, sweets.