Racing to the end of the shiny new thread to say many thanks for the lovely beej-day wishes (I'm with Pete...that just sounds porny).
I did have a fabulous day that ended with dinner with friends at a very cool restaurant called Busboys and Poets. Much hilarity...including the cringeworthy, everyone in the place sings an off-key Happy Birthday as I sink below the table. Good times!
Nicole-I won't be able to make F2F this year because I'm running the 20 year reunion of the Great Peace March. But NEXT year, for sure.
Mojitos are Soooo of the tasty. About a half of one and I'm dipsy, though. A friend calls them 'aquarium water' due to the murk. I love 'em...and I'm with all y'all mint lovahs.
Off to bed to prep for the rest of Birthday Week.
Tomorrow night, Fella is painting me with mehndi. This is going to be fun.
I LOVE mint. More for me.
I worked from 7am to 6pm today--and then to my rollerskating class. I am pooped. Pooped but happy, because right before I left, my boss called. I got a 15% raise!
Whoot! Congrats on a) getting a raise and b) for taking a rollerskating class...how fun must that be?! (fondly remembering Roll Bounce and wishing I had that kind of balance)
I had NO idea anyone else shared this degree of mint aversion.
I'm not that bad. I am, however, left feeling nauseated until I either eat something, or drink something soothing like ginger ale or sparkling water.
Okay, sure, there may be some maniacal laughter, but no danger.
In this, as in many things that make Pete and Drew nervous, I am Jilli.
Wah! Hates the House whitefont, yes, hates it we does.
Sign me up in the non-mint camp. I've even been using the Japanese-style flavors of toothpaste you can get here.
I LOVE fresh mint, but mint flavoring is Teh Nast.
sj, Teacup Guy's behaviour sounds exactly like how my DH would've behaved. It can be tough to live with, but it usually works itself out.
Not that it applies, but when we moved into our place in Virginia, the landlady informed us (after we'd moved in) that they were thinking about selling it. Which they did, 7 years later, after we'd moved out and without putting it up for rent again.
His cheeks lie in the photos, Raq. I would have put him at about the 80th percentile for weight
He is one cheekalicious baby. We have made "cheek" a verb: "I just got cheeked by Mallory." "Mal came through and cheeked the TV." When he's not focused but notices something, or is slightly put out, he can make his cheeks seem even bigger.
He's also Wasp-Waist the Ant Boy right now, with this lean muscular body that Never. Stops. Going. I don't know who changing pad straps work for, but it's not us - he takes the whole pad with him.
And since he's always had a HUGE head (still 98th percentile) he's starting to look like an orange on a toothpick. It's a virtual planetoid. Has its own weather system.
De Young Museum and discovered that they're having a major exhibition on the International Arts and Crafts Movement.
bounce bounce bouce
Must find time for this.
Hates the House whitefont, yes, hates it we does
We whitefont because we care. There aren't any plot specifics, but definite theme specifics.
Hey K!
Hey A!
...so do I want to know the story behind your tagline?
