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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Who tastes more like chicken? You or Toto?
For some reason, I am now earwormed with "Great taste! Less filling! Great taste! Less filling!"
(Yes, completely unrelated comments are able to earworm me with beer commercials from 15 years ago. I have so many hidden talents.)
Christopher is reading Peter Pan, (a Disneyized version of Barrie's classic) and setting it to music as he reads. I think he favors jazz.
What the holy helmet are we going to do with this kid when he's 10?
What the holy helmet are we going to do with this kid when he's 10?
He will have run off and joined the pirates long before then.
Gloatycakes are unbecoming...
But FUN!
Hey Perkins!
Hi Burrell!
I have lunch now
They fed us lasagna for lunch today. It's like they want us to take naps or something.
Gloatycakes are unbecoming...
But FUN!
And surprisingly low in calories.
The Mass Dept. of Education's Website would like me to consider becoming a Middle School math teacher instead. It suggested this in the middle of my filling out the application for preliminary high school licensure. Like Amazon's "People who bought this book also enjoyed..." I'm sort of irked, because it requires taking a whole different test, so it's not like I can just go, "Oh hey, middle school. Why not?"
Oh, BALLS.
My Dad is in the hospital again. Remember the arm-numb incident about 2 months ago, where I had to drive him to the far-away hospital on 5 hours' sleep and the only thing I could find to eat was a tuna-glue sandwich out of a vending machine?
He's having more arm-numb issues, and he called his cardiologist, who said she wanted to do an angiogram tomorrow morning to see if there's any blockage, and that since he's got such a bad history of cardiac incidents, she wanted him to go check in now and stay overnight. Because when you got a heart patient having symptoms, you want them in a hospital bed with an i.v. in their arm.
He got a friend to drive him -- to the far-away hospital (actually, it's only far away from my apartment; it's 5 minutes from my office), and he was vehement that I not cancel my dinner plans for tonight.
It's possible he's finally gotten the hint that I can't be the only person he relies on. Though I certainly intend to go over to the hospital tomorrow for the angiogram.
So I'm actually calm. But worried, as per usual. Healthy cardiac vibes for my dad would be appreciated. (And non-worry vibes for me.)
Aw Steph...
Lots of vibes and hugs.
How nerve-wracking! And very dad-like. And good. And sad.
(That was my meara without quotations. Match the sentiments to the paragraph!) Best of vibes for both of you.
In further DOE Website news, I'm totally in favor of these guidelines, but if they're going to require that I read them, perhaps they could make it a TINY BIT EASIER?
Teppy, your dad is in my prayers.
He got a friend to drive him -- to the far-away hospital (actually, it's only far away from my apartment; it's 5 minutes from my office), and he was vehement that I not cancel my dinner plans for tonight.
This is good. Very good. And he's there ahead of time, you know, being well monitored, and you're not finding out after a sleepless night. Still, I'm sorry it's necessary and sorry that he's at the far away hospital. I will send you e-mail with my phone number, in case you need someone to talk to during his angio, tomorrow.
He will have run off and joined the pirates long before then.
Only if there are fluffy bunny pirates.