Actually, scrap that !, it requires to much energy.
Harmony ,'First Date'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Skipping because IIRC, and if Kat "If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me" Aug 24, 2003 3:58:47 pm PDT is not mistaken, today is Franny's birthday.
I can't believe she's already a three-years-old girl, so quickly!
Unpossible! I blame Isaac.
Happy birthday, Franny!
I can't believe she's already a three-years-old girl, so quickly!
Holy moley, that's nuts! HBD to Frances!!
Did anyone else have problems getting in here this morning? My connection timed out at about 8:10 or 8:15 eastern. I decided to come to work instead of trying to figure it out.
3? Franny CANNOT be three!
(Happy Birthday Franny!)
Christ, that means...wow...three years?
Happy Birthday, however improbable, little Frankie!
Happy Birthday Franny!
Also,
All I wonder is if they're flame retardant.
That just ain't right.
Somehow that reminds me of the Children's Crusade....
I had a visit from the can't-fall-asleep monster last night. Rare, thankfully. After mentally walking through all my childhood friends' homes, cataloging where additions had been made (man, those were some weird choices) and starting to drift off only to be woken by my incredibly badly-timed cats, I started mentally spelling "advil" over and over to keep my brain from working. Why? I don't know, it makes sense at 2 am. I fall asleep only to dream I'm a sushi chef who admits to not liking sushi at some weird dinner party/cooking contest and I have a petulant guest. Then there is a hurricane, then an earthquake. All is fine until meteors start crashing to earth and dad says "I think that was just the debris field" at which point I think this can't end well, screw insomnia and wake up. But I did get back to sleep. My internal thermostat is whacked, but other than that, I'm actually pretty alert.
Conclusions: cats are brats, I shouldn't watch things on plane crashes and I think I'm blaming it all on cesar salad dressing.
Happy birthday to Franny! Big girl now.
billytea's been deposited at the train station and Portland bound for those of you tracking him with pushpins on your maps.