Oooh, and I have your address. This could be a good match.
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Ooh ooh! Are they round or pointy? (You have my address? In Astoria? Huh.)
Rounded/squarish.
Next question-- how do you feel about shoes that look mostly like this [link] but are cuter, with a thin strap and a buckle and a thinner heel?
eta: I just checked the address I have for you, and it is indeed astoria. You gave it to me when I was going to send you money for the board.
Which I just realized I never did.
I have weird issues about closed-toe backless shoes, due to not being able to figure out if or what kind of hosiery to wear with them.
Well then you wouldn't like these. Never mind.
They always seem like the kind of thing I'd like, but just, not. Thanks, though!!
And oh yeah! About the address.
OK, to bed for me.
OK, here's a question. I am tired and cranky and don't want to do my school work. Ever. Can I go to the movies tomorrow?
I'm tired and cranky and don't want to grade, and tomorrow I'm taking advantage of free parkhopper tix for Disneyland and taking the kids there. Part of me would rather nap and/or grade, but the rest of me really wants to go. So, um, based on my completely unrelated experience, I say go to the movies.
Hmm... maybe the bathroom was a little porch they closed in with the advent of indoor toidys?
That's exactly what they did to my mom's family farmhouse, when they finally added an indoor toilet after WWII (Mom remembers using the outhouse as a preschooler). They put in an addition that became the laundry/mudroom, and turned the old mudroom into the bathroom, leaving the window on the side wall between the toilet and the tub. Gramma never did put anything more substantial than a not-very-thick curtain over the window, which was embarrassing on the occasional sleepover nights.
I guess going up to him and saying, "Sure you can. They're defenseless—easy as pie!" wouldn't be a good idea.
Matt, you sick pie-killing bastard. (And yeah, stay away from the crazy yelling people.)
I ated too much candy.
Oh god, I did, too. Damned 50% off Easter candy.
Why must you betray me, chocolate? I thought we meant more to each other than that!
Tummy hurts. Barfing sounds like a good plan.