::peeks in::

A lot to catch up on after a week, but I think the flu has finally left the building. ::weakcough::

All kinds of job~ma to Hec, and yay! for getting there to Cass, and carrot yays to Teppy and Erin and Eddie and billytea and everyone else with...carrots, and birthday yays to K-Bug. Also, health~ma to Stephanie and the baby, and lots and lots to the bug, who is definitely missed. I know there's stuff I missed, so I'm spreading sparkly ~ma all over to everyone who needs it.

sj, special apartment vibes heading your way. Fingers crossed!

Deena, the happy ending story cracked me up. So Kara! And so true! When Jake saw that movie for the first time, he got very hung up on Mr. Arnold's arm. "What happened to Mr. Arnold's arm?!" he demanded, since, you know, it wasn't attached to Mr. Arnold anymore.

April is coming, right? With good news an springtime for everyone?

If love doesn't work, tell her about all the other invisible things, like air and wind.

Yeah, I can put something together that will satisfy her with love and wind and weather. Thanks.

"What happened to Mr. Arnold's arm?!"

Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure Kara knows exactly what happened to it. She's quite the bloodthirsty critter sometimes. We should maybe not get our kids together.

April IS coming and we're moving in to a beautiful new house just the right size for us, and I will have my own office, and we will have a back yard with a fence, and you will come live with us... so I guess we'll be getting the kids together after all.

I guess so! Hee.

I have mastered this laptop, finally, and gotten used to the smaller keyboard and the weird little mouse thing (eraser head), but the one thing I can't figure out is how to highlight text. I can do it in Word, but not on the web, no matter what I try. No reading the whitefont! No copying and pasting! I am flummoxed.

I forgot to say that in terms of getting the kids together, Ben would adore Aidan (even if, I bet, Kara scared him a little), and Jake would worship Nick. Absolutely.

Huh. Clicking and dragging across it doesn't work?

Love the tag Deena. When I first moved in with DH#2 I used to get all out angry with him over his messy ways. One day I yelled at him about the state of his drawers because there was no method to his madness. No sock drawer or shirt drawer. Me: How the hell do you ever find what you are looking for? Him: Whatever drawer I open it's there.

I was such a neatnick before he corrupted me.

Absolutely.

Well, whenever you can scrape enough together for gas, and things feel too much, just come show up on our doorstep. At least we could feed you guys for a long weekend, give you internet access and let the kids play together in the back yard.

edit: Hee! I was trying to get Kara to help me clean up so we could pack. She can be devastating in her logic.

For posterity: "Well, I like it messy around here, because that way I can easily pick exactly what toy I want!" ~Kara

Nope, the clicking/dragging won't work. It's baffling.

We will totally road trip to see you. One day!

Laura, I forgot to say your opera story was great. What a neat way to live.

Also? My DH's non-neatness makes me neater, instead of messier. I wish it were the other way around. It would be less stressful, I bet.

I wish I could claim any type of neatness at home, but, nope. I buy baskets and bins in an attempt to "organize" things, but I always end up with too much stuff! And then it sits around waiting for more bins, etc. Only at work do I have a hope of being organized. Because they pay me to be neat. Maybe I should start paying myself for tidying up my messes. Hmmmm.

Deena, you must be so excited! I can't wait to see pictures of the place once you've Deena-ized it.

AmyLiz!!!! Now I can thank you for the wonderful Bitch Blanket! I've been waiting for you to show up in the thread, so the whole world would know how awesome you are. I'll dig the digital out tonight and post pictures. If I can get it away from my daughter.

::blushes::

Aw. I'm just so glad you liked it, Sail. It was fun to make it, but I was nervous -- my virgin blanket! I loved the fringe. Ben wants one, now.