I'm going to weigh in with Insane Troll Mom. Wacky.
ION, here's a blog that asks the question, "What if the cast of House played characters in Casablanca?"
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm going to weigh in with Insane Troll Mom. Wacky.
ION, here's a blog that asks the question, "What if the cast of House played characters in Casablanca?"
That's it. I think billytea is my dream date.
People are just different. I love a steady back and forth with people I'm very close to. I don't often get it because not everyone I feel close to likes the phone or likes email or likes as much contact. I can well imagine that when two people who like close contact get involved with one another, they call each other quite a bit.
(((Gud))) What a lot of other people said. Any marriage counselor worth her salt should be facilitating a DIAlogue. Relationships are a two-way street and your wife should be working on cleaning her side of the street, too.
Gah. I haven't even started taxes yet. I've got a gig this Thursday, friends hijacking me to a stylist on Friday and proposing to hijack me for clothes shopping Saturday and I've got tons of medical expenses I need to deduct if only I can find the receipts in the moving/construction mess.
Gah. I haven't even started taxes yet. [snip] and I've got tons of medical expenses I need to deduct if only I can find the receipts in the moving/construction mess.GAH! Me as well.
I just took a Lush bath for the sole purpose of shaving my legs so that I could wear a dress tomorrow.
I feel like such a girl.
Yay.
Gud, honey, I have no constructive thoughts but I'm wishing you all the inchoate -ma in the world, and smothering you in punctuation from afar. You're a good bloke. You're trying very hard to make your relationship work. I respect the pants off you, mate, and I wish you well.
Meanwhile, on a more trivial note - conversation upon arriving at school today.
Me: Good morning (first kid in the class, 7 yrs old). How you doin'?
FKITC: Good, thanks.
Me: So did you have a nice holiday? Did you do any cool stuff?
FKITC: I rode my bicycle (mumble mumble) an accident.
Me: Oh dear! You had an accident?
FKITC: Yes. I rode my bicycle into (otherkid).
Me: Was (otherkid) okay?
FKITC (gleefully): No. He hurt his penis.
Me: .....er. Did he have to go to the hospital?
FKITC (disappointed): No.
Me: Well, that's good. Um. Anyway, let's get back to writing poems...
vw, are you still on line?
I didn't see the chat thingie, because I had other windows open.
Happy Birthday Owen!!!
I am, Cindy. Let me get back on gmail.
Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OWEN! YAY!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OWEN!! No terrible twos for your mom, now!