You just know JZ will be dawdling when she drops him off or picks him up or just happens to take the little squishy face to the vet because "hey, its on the way". You may never see either of them again... ;-)
So true. Though I've already gotten permission from EM to borrow the puppy on the first several weekends I've got Emmett. EM is a baby-toe fancier from way back too, so I expect the Halloweenie (aka Zmayby) will be spending some time in Emmett's new world as well. Which is good - I'm hoping to have these circles of his life overlap.
See, I was sitting here nodding along with all the 'Emmett'll be a great big brother, he'll learn to love the wee Zmaybe as soon as she shows up', and then I read this:
That is, until Halloweenie dubs Emmett "Schmacky the man-pony". Then all bets are off.
...and I'm
still
giggling.
Bless. Buffistasprogs are the
best.
Seriously, though, I'm sure Emmett will be a fab big brother. I was 9 when my parents had my wee sister - 'course, mine was a different situation, and I'd been clamouring for a sibling for years. But I can agree that although I was a bit pissed off about suddenly having my issues get pushed to the bottom of the priority pile, I didn't blame the baby. I did understand that them's the breaks, type of thing. Plus - hero worship
does
make it a lot easier to put up with wee siblings. (Although in my case my wee sister was more All About The Competing And Ass Kicking, regardless of the 9 year headstart I'd got over her. Sigh. A Type personality? Why yes...)
I think Emmett is going to be a fabulous big brother and that the baby is going to worship him for Emmett is very worshipable.
(I'm not really here, really I'm not.)
Hec! JZ! Congratulations! And omg, how much do I approve of the Halloweenie nickname? Now Clovis and I just have to aim the mind-control lasers at you so you decide to name Halloweenie
Elphaba Clovis.
C'mon, wouldn't that be a pretty name?
There is a newspaper editor here at the black paper whose name really is Clovis. He's a man of A Certain Age, though, and probably from the South.
Oh, bleah. The conference room across the hall is full of sushi. Which, normally, yum, but in my present condition I'm physically restraining myself from jumping up, punching the attendees, and throwing it all out the window. Curse you filthy humans and your smelly, smelly food!
SOMEONE has watched a little too much Zim....
There is a newspaper editor here at the black paper whose name really is Clovis. He's a man of A Certain Age, though, and probably from the South.
So, asking him if you could put a pair of bunny ears on him and take a picture probably wouldn't happen, would it?
That's going to be one beautiful baby - possibly worth doing without sushi, corsets, and hair coloring for several months.
I prefer to think that I have watched exactly the right amount of Zim.
Man. I just closed the door and it's
still
all stinky. I am full of sushi rage.
