Yes. I don't need to spend that much money. I have read them already. I do not go back and reread them every day, or every week, or every month. I do not need them. I like them, I want them, but actually I don't need them. And I really don't need to spend hundreds of pounds sterling on moving something I don't use on a regular basis.
This would earn you a look of utter confusion from Jilli. Your words do not match our Earth Logic.
ION, Me & Jilli went to the Science Fiction Hall of Fame awards last night, chiefly because the Master of Ceremonies was Neil Gaiman. Yes, we had a couple of conversations with the man during the evening, he was well-rested which was a nice change from when we see him on signing tours. Of course, the only reason he was well rested was because he'd been in bed for the previous week with tonsillitis. Yup, he never learns how to actually take time off...
Anyway, he was delightful company as ever, insisted on giving Jilli a hug when he first ran into her, actually remembered my name (trust me, I'm often Mr. Jilli to a lot of folks even in Seattle *sigh*) and we got a couple of photos. We'll see about getting those up somewhere soon.
Kitties are seemingly well-adjusted. The smaller one, Ruthven, will often cough really hard when he moves after being settled for awhile. We suspect a hairball he's having trouble shifting but we're watching it closely. Trinian continues to bristle & hiss from the other side of the door. Tzepesh is his usual unflustered, exuberant self. We're starting to prep the rest of the house for when we let loose the kitties in the very near future.
As for when the kitties meet, out vet advises us not to interfere and let them sort it out but I fear that Trinian's brain of very small size will just make her a very vicious being. I'm a tad concerned to say the least.
I had her on the phone with me sobbing last week because the high school that he is attending this summer to shore up his math before being a freshman in the fall basically wouldn't let her in the door. She said she needed to change her address. "Your son can do that m'am." But they told me to bring a utility bill. "Give it to your son m'am." And so forth. She was hysterical on the phone with me.
I am sure she does need to loosen/cut the apron strings regarding the other stuff, Laura. And the sobbing above seems out of place, but no school my child is in, is going to tell me I can't enter. They can make me come to the office, follow whatever guest-identification/sign-in procedures they've established, and keep me from disturbing him and/or his class. If, however, they don't let me in the door, my kid is coming back out. Frankly, it's a little creepy they wouldn't let her go to the office to update the contact information. Maybe things are just different up here. We have to be buzzed into the school, and have to sign in the office. If, for example, Ben forgot his homework or lunch money, I wouldn't bring it to him, but they'd let me in the damned school.
One of his brothers was served with surprise divorce papers, when he got home from work. I'm just sitting here shaking my head.
Good lord. Surprise and divorce are not two words that belong next to each other.
Yeah. Apparently they were dated a couple of months ago, but she just served him this week. It's been brewing all this time, I think she was just waiting for the money to retain a lawyer. He had no clue. They're both still living in the house, and as told by an in-law today, sharing the same room. It all smells like a disaster waiting to happen, to me.
Sounds like that disaster is well in progress, actually. Yikes.
Oh yeah, but the still occupying the same premises seems like an extra bad thing.
I would find it... confusing at best, I think. Yikes.
We're starting to prep the rest of the house for when we let loose the kitties in the very near future.
Let loose the kitties of war!
t mew! pounce!
ARGH. So annoyed at myself. There were these "Dyke Day Afternoon" short films being shown today, and I really wanted to go--I love short films, and never get to see them except at the festivals and stuff. And they were showing at 3pm. Except somehow in my brain I was all "OK, so I want to be there half an hour early...3:30". And at 2:45pm, just as I was thinking "OK, so I need to leave in half an hour" I realized that it started at 3pm, and DANG. (I'd just put hairdye on, so I couldn't book out of the house early, see....)
ARGH.
Frankly, it's a little creepy they wouldn't let her go to the office to update the contact information.
It likely wouldn't have been the case during the normal school year. This is summer school and the office probably wasn't even open first thing in the morning when she was dropping him off. She no doubt saw it differently than the teacher did.
Sorry about the time mess up meara. I hate when I do stuff like that.
Emeline is high-larious.
She had a crayon in her hand and was walking behind me into the living room. She stopped and was quiet for about 2 seconds and turned around and she was coloring on the wall. Again.
"NO!"
I said quite firmly and loudly. And she jumped alittle and scampered off into the living room where she started coloring on her paper, with aprehensive looks over her shoulder at me.
The pirate band has a Myspace page [link] , there's sound, it's one of their new songs, which is not work safe! If you scroll down there are two pictures of me, I'm wearing the tiara.
The woman in the band, Gillian, made her own bloomers.
