It's 11:30 at night here. Not much is still open.
Ah, yes, the New England Craxy.
At least the midwest knows the beauty of the 24-hour store.
It really is probably nothing to be worried about, sj. Don't fret yet.
'Shells'
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It's 11:30 at night here. Not much is still open.
Ah, yes, the New England Craxy.
At least the midwest knows the beauty of the 24-hour store.
It really is probably nothing to be worried about, sj. Don't fret yet.
It is here, too, but there's always a 24-hour place somewhere to get stuff. I know this because I send Stephen out late all the time to indulge my PopTart or chip cravings.
Still, don't worry. Or call him! He wouldn't mind if he knew you were worried, right? Dave doesn't seem like the type who would mind anyway.
I'm waiting until midnight, and then I am calling him back.
He wouldn't mind if he knew you were worried, right?
He probably won't mind. He knows I'm an obsessive worrier.
I got a 92 on my biology exam!!!
I'm *so* surprised.
Yay for the good MRI news, tommy.
Great GRE scores, meara! I am also still waiting for my ability to take multiple choice tests to translate into success in the real world.
Yay, tommyrot!!
Yay, vw!!!
Yay, meara!!!
Em, quit kicking people. (except, of course, for your dad.)
sj, not pathetic at all.
Pretty good day for the Bitches. Love it!
I have 2 weeks left of this semester and then finals. I am thrilled beyond belief as this semester has been kicking my ever loving ass.
I did have one, really fantastic moment, though. The last day I was at my HS doing observations, I taught a lesson to 10th grade American Lit on symbolism in "The Minister's Black Veil." The kids were really into the lesson and seemed to be enjoying it. When class was over, one girl came up to me and said, "That was really fun. You did a good job."
Made my heart melt. See? Teenagers can be really cool and sweet. Love them.
He's home. He is on the phone now. Stupid meeting ran very very long.
Em, quit kicking people. (except, of course, for your dad.)
I'm NO-- oh. You know, I'm finding this really confusing. I mean, it always becomes clear in context, but there's always that initial, oh, someone's talking about me! ...and how much Gymboree costs. Okay, not me.
You know, I'm finding this really confusing
Oh no! I usually abbreviate to "Em" for the toddler because I always forget how to spell her name.
How IS that Gymboree thing going, anyway?
Hey Ginger! We got the Advent Calendar today. Thanks! Emmett was psyched to get mail.
I was entertained at the concept of a George Washington advent calendar. It's hardly the traditional approach.