I think we decide it means they are well adjusted and secure in our love. *Sniff*

Yes. And if Aidan hadn't been total clingwrap on his first day, I would be distraught, but he was, and now he likes it, which is good. On Sunday he threw a screaming fit because he couldn't go to school (and if I'm repeating myself, I'm sorry. I can't seem to recall what I've actually posted and what I've just tried to post).

I have no idea what to cook for dinner. Frustrating.

There could be T-shirts. Daughters of Cardiac Dads!

The graphic would be of a stick figure of a girl shaking her fist, standing over a stick figure with a prominent heart that has a frowny face on it.

At least, *my* t-shirt would.

I'm probably making Tacos for dinner.

I'm probably making Tacos for dinner.

The Empress finds this therapudic.

The graphic would be of a stick figure of a girl shaking her fist, standing over a stick figure with a prominent heart that has a frowny face on it.

Bwah!

We're having leftover ham and homemade macaroni and cheese. At least, according to Stephen, who does the cooking.

If I were cooking we'd be ordering pizza because a) I don't cook that well, and b) I'm having a major pizza jones.

The Empress finds this therapudic.

It's the eating of Tacos I find therpudic. (theraputic?)

My dad is a hypochondriac. Sometimes, I wish he'd miss a symptom. Seriously. Not that I'm not feeling for DOCD.

My dad is a hypochondriac. Sometimes, I wish he'd miss a symptom. Seriously. Not that I'm not feeling for DOCD.

My Dad had a double bypass without telling me. grrrrrr

Really, no matter what they do they're damned exhausting, aren't they?

therapeutic

There could be T-shirts. Daughters of Cardiac Dads!

The graphic would be of a stick figure of a girl shaking her fist, standing over a stick figure with a prominent heart that has a frowny face on it.

Hee. Sign me up for one.