I have discovered there's a woman in my company who's last name is "Kuntster".
And it's her married name. I would have never taken it.
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I have discovered there's a woman in my company who's last name is "Kuntster".
And it's her married name. I would have never taken it.
The girl defended herself by spraying a good long burst of Silly String into the dragon's mouth.
Bwahaha! That's adorable.
Triumph the Insult Comic Dog was at the NYC parade last week. (Along with fifteen thousand other dogs, which made walking around Chinatown even more of a contact sport than usual.) I tried to take a picture, but there were too many people in the way.
I invented a drink for my friend's Chinese New Year's party last week called the Pink Poodle. It was Champagne (sparkling rose would have been even better), pink grapefruit juice, pom juice, & pom seeds. It was delicious!
In zoo news, we now have a new baby porcupine - a porcupette. The good news - for mother porcupines - is that the quills are soft at birth (so no stabby stabby for her).
Oh how I wish I had had more slack in my work day ealier in the week so I could have gotten in on the lunch having.
And it's her married name. I would have never taken it.
I can't not mention the friend whose mother's maiden name is Moyston and who married a Mr. Cumming.
And hyphenates.
It sounds like bull, but a) I know the daughter and b) google (sometimes I do to make sure I hadn't hallucinated it again).
Wow. My married name seems tame in comparison.
Cash! How's Little O? And how are *you*?
Little O is doing superbly! She's nursing like a champ and sleeping 3-4 hours at a stretch. Big Bro is still tense and weird but we had a better night last night and he's going to his grandparents to get thoroughly spoiled this weekend.
I'm basically feeling like I've fucked up his little world and am a bit guilty about it. He's stressed but dealing. As much as a nearly two year old can.
I'm basically feeling like I've fucked up his little world and am a bit guilty about it.
You have. But just remember that kids are very shortsighted about what their perfect world would be. Look at how things turned out with Nutty and Flea, and Flea was none to happy at the arrival of the li'l Nuttykin.
Here's a thing I remind myself: It's not my job to make Emmett. It's my job to give Emmett the tools to make himself happy. Sometimes that's going to be one step back for several steps forward over the long haul. Owen's going to be an excellent brother, I think. It will be good for him.