Not the bunny, just the friend of the big guy (if I recall correctly.) The bunny was unnamed. Maybe.
It's been a while. NOT my favorite Steinbeck work.
'Serenity'
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Not the bunny, just the friend of the big guy (if I recall correctly.) The bunny was unnamed. Maybe.
It's been a while. NOT my favorite Steinbeck work.
I know about that...honest. But Pelecanos seems to find it funny that in D.C. his name is generic for boyfriend, as in :
"Hey, baby..."
"I don't *think* so."
"Why? You gotta George?"
Much parodied on Bugs Bunny, which is how most of us got our high culture infusions.t nods in a very ashamed way
Yeah? What's your point?
Just that I would like to pretend my cultural refs come from literature and not a cartoon bunny with a lisp. Mostly that.
{{{Cass}}} and {{{{{{Cass Grandma}}}}}}}
CJ update - we stopped by school on the way home so he could drop off the work he did and his teacher showered him with goodies from the party they had in his absence. I let my mean-mom (tm) mask slip and let him have them.
We then got home and DH had not cleared his room, so CJ and I spent an hour going through and putting everything in his closet. One way to get that room clean! Also made me realize it is time to do a serious toy purge. There were too many things where we found piece A and B, but no C. I couldn't deal with that today, so it all went in the closet.
He is being so good about all this, part of me wants to just let it go, but I can't. His mouth has gotten him in too much trouble over the years that we need to make this something he will remember.
Blarg, I say...blarg.
In non-mememe - I want pics of Perkins in her tulle skirt.
{{{Cass}}} Don't google. I hope you hear good news about your grandmother soon.
I just came home from dinner with my great-aunt. She is the only one of my father's relatives who has been there for me consistently. She is a wonderful woman. She is starting to get older, and she won't drive at night anymore. So, she won't be able to join us for Christmas Eve. It makes me sad. I don't want to see the people I love getting older, and I really wanted her to meet Dave. I think we are going to have to take her out to dinner again after Christmas so he can meet her.
I am not Googling.
Talked with 3.0, who is a nurse, and she admonished me on this as well. Since I talked with her Monday, her mom is in the hospital with siezures and her little sis just was diagnosed with a not-yet-resolved heart issue. We have decided the universe can lay the hell off for a while.
He is being so good about all this, part of me wants to just let it go, but I can't. His mouth has gotten him in too much trouble over the years that we need to make this something he will remember.I am glad he is being good about it. Could be a sign that he is actually processing it and learning the actual lesson. I hope it need never be done again.
I think dinner with your great-aunt and Dave sounds lovely, sj.
Cass, I'm almost glad he had to do the room clear WITH me instead of it just being done when he got home.
The girls have been the funny ones. They just can't believe the whole thing.
All three kids are working together to make Peppermint Bark. CJ is counting out the ingredients, C is smashing the peppermints, and K-Bug is readying the bags with stickers. Nice to see them all working together - does not happen often.
Juliana, you might also want to talk to your vet and see if you can get a tranquilizer for Damian for day of flight. Some vets don't like giving them (I've had one that refused), but most will.
WindSparrow (and I) will likely suggest Rescue Remedy, a herbal calming potion for your cat. It certainly calmed Sammi and Harvey down, without knocking them out on the trip from Arizona.