Happy Birthday, Allyson. Sorry to hear the bank was being an asshat.
And thanks, Sarameg. I'm fairly sure that den is the reason my parents bought the house. But it does look nicer in green, I think.
Okay, one cute toddler story before bed. Yesterday morning Frances comes into the bedroom, where I'm changing Isaac, carrying my cell phone. She tells me "Me call grampa," which I interpret as "I want to call Grandpa" (meaning a cousin who has generously stepped into the role for me). So I tell her we can call him after I'm done. Meanwhile I'm changing the baby and singing to him. But then I think I hear my cousin's voice on the phone and I realize she actually DID call Grandpa.
So now she's officially mastered redial.
Happy Birthday, Allyson!
Blergh. This morning I thought I was sick because I did too much drinking last night. Tonight I'm pretty sure I was sick because I am sick.
Happy Birthday Allyson.
Hey for science fiction geeks out there:
Why the five bladed gillette razor blade is evidence that we are only nine years from the singularity.
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Know what I really don't want to do right now? Grade these papers. Know what I really have to do right now? Yeah.
In a vain attempt to avoid my fate, I present you with DancingBush.com.
After following Typo's link, I was wondering ... who has the time to graph razor blades?
After following KristinT's link, I was wondering ...
Where do these people get all this
time?
Feh, Allyson. Your bank fails to get a cookie for making your birthday stressful.
Happy birthday, though.
I hope it's still Allyson's birthday where Allyson is, so my Happy Birthday wish won't be late.
In any case, a good year ahead wished for you, with good things and happy times.
David, I'm so sorry about the job. But I'm glad this will leave you free to breathe a bit and find something that's kinder to you.
I do not remember where I first saw it. Somewhere on the Web there was a place for insomniacs.
Our posts were weird and few, but heartfelt.
