He'll think I am hitting on him.
Tell him you're just practising for Racy Tracy.
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He'll think I am hitting on him.
Tell him you're just practising for Racy Tracy.
{{{Teppy}}}
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.
{{{{Teppy}}}}
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.
Where is your Uncle,Teppy? You could go visit if he's nearby
Heh. He's in the hospital that's literally 3 minutes from my house; I can see it from my front window. Visiting hours are over for the night, thankfully, because I just don't have it in me to go be Supporto Gal tonight. Tomorrow, though -- we'll see.