Appropriately enough, I'll be starting my meara with Meara...
Hey now. You've had ME and SA on your doorstep! Who needs freakin' CANADIANS when you have ME and SA (albeit not at the same time)?!?!
Well, yes, and both of you are smokin' hot - but I didn't get to keep you, did I? If I presently had either or both of you in my bed, ready to be read to/talk about interesting stuff/have kahlua licked off your quivering skin, then I would indeed be a shockingly ungrateful wench to mention the Canadian I don't have. But you're both busy having your own non-Fay-centric lives in other bits of the planet, so I think I can be allowed to pout a little bit.
Sorry, peeing in a sink doesn't skeeve me. Mind, I don't advocate it, but I've been peed on, pooped on, puked on and had so much snot wiped on me in my parenthood that it doesn't register. Mostly I think, "Urine is sterile."Right. Well, I understand this, inasmuchas unexpected bodily fluids are an occasional hazard of working as a primary teacher, and one has to deal, and when it's your own child then I'm quite sure that this is somewhat ameliorated by the whole I-would-die-for-this-person whammy of love, but you know what? This is the first time I've ever seen a mother teach her child to piss into a sink, so I pretty much assume that in general, mothers with infant sons manage to get the kids to piss into the toilet. It's not like the cubicles were all occupied and the child was in danger of pissing in his trousers. She decided to reject the toilet option in favour of the sink.
looks around at Buffista mothers
IS this just par for the course? Have I been remarkably lucky not to stumble across women teaching their children to piss into sinks in public washrooms before now? Is this what you all do when Junior needs to relieve himself?
Gronk. Artwork done. Burned to CD. Printed. Mostly succeeded in making printer give me color-accurate prints, fucker.
Yay!!!
Now, bed.
Yay!
Jilli, on the other hand still has some deadline stuff to go.
Boo!
a good friend of mine STILL gets ripped by his family for something he did when he was about six. He stuck some chewing gum under his foreskin. And it got stuck. And he had to brought to hospital. So, yes. Six year old boys apparently have periods where their common sense reverts to where it was when they were two.
blinks.
Oh, crap. Are they really that much more batshit crazy than 7 year olds? I'm teaching this agegroup next year.
Pray for the children.
Her sister was in a major car wreck yesterday and is hanging on by a thread.Crumbs, Suzi, how dreadful. Wishing her well.
I want to throw hammers at things! The annoying guy at work just made a sexual innuendo joke at my expense. What a fuckin' asshole. I'm really glad I'm going to start working nights and won't have to see him again. Why does he think that's okay? With the only female in a room full of guys, in my first week of work? What the FUCK?
Oh, lord, love. What a total wanker. What everyone else said.
I need texture, dammit!
YES! OMG, the sheer physical pleasure of pralines'n'cream icecream, with its combination of crunchy and gooey and melt-in-the-mouth yielding softness AND the mix of sweet and salt and creamy...
dies of juxtaposition joy
The area where about 90 percent of the books are is smoke damaged, but not wet.
Well, that's pretty good, all things considered.
IMuchShallowerON, today I am dressed as just-suppose-Dru-was-the-pregnant-vamp-instead-of-Darla (black chiffon dress with black eyelet lace bodice, found during the SF2F with the assistance of Jilli's thrift-fu, white fishnets layered over black tights, vaguely 1920s-ish heels, velvet choker with a silver pendant).
FanfuckingTAStic. Absolutely. Brava!
Schrödinger's Pregnant Person.
! That would be if Schrodinger had worked at Belsen, and had a truly dark sense of humour. Don't be Schrodinger's Pregnant Person, love.
Also the wedding will take place (continued...)