for ita: [link]

heh.

Which reminds me: When the song goes Here comes Peter Cottontail / Hopping down the bunny trail, what/where is the "bunny trail"?

Debet, I had to pause the Tivo and do a quick image Google to check if that was really him or not (and it was). Stephen's face was just wonderful during the whole segment. (Mostly relief, I think, that the death loophole meant they hadn't actually won. Because that would have been embarrassing.)

Waterskin, Trail Rations, 50' of rope, 5 iron spikes, a hammer and a small steel mirror.

I'm not sure I want to know what your weekend plans are.

msbelle, B sent me that link, and I honestly think a blood vessel or two popped laughing at it. I love it, and had lost the link.

Went to krav birthday party. As in birthday party at krav. Left earlyish because I was completely out of my thrice daily meds. Got home to remember I still had work due, and worse yet my boss online asking about why I'd left for a doctor's appointment this week when it was supposed to be next. And, oh yeah, where's that report?

Head hurts, still haven't taken meds, am quite definitely some sort of idiot.

Oh, that reminds me (the mention of krav, not the sucky headache/work stuff) I saw a car with a liscense plate of "krv mga 1" on my way home yesterday morning.

Cashmere has pretty babies. They use the mommy pillow a long time. 14yo was just using me as a pillow watching tv last night. Talk about drowning!

I don't recall cuddling with my parents that much as a child. My dad was normally working second shift and I got too big for my mother to be comfortable playing pillow rather quickly. I know I gave my parents good night kisses until I was about 8 or 9, and then hugs until I hit 12 or so, at which point it was pretty much either "Night" and trudge to my room, or, as I got older, they'd go to bed before I did.

My dad worked crazy shifts when I was a child, too. Lots of 12 hour days (and nights) so he was tired a lot. But one of my most cherished pictures is of me and my twin sister (we're about 4 years old), sitting on my dad's chest while he was sacked out on the couch in his uniform. I grew up in a very touchy-feeling family so my kids take after me in that respect.

Not from a touchy feely immediate family. They've shifted more towards it now, and it makes me look at them funny. Extended family is very gropey though, and that doesn't bother me any.

I also have the twin thing where I touch and lean subconsciously. Poor DH had to cope with that and he's a person with a very defined personal bubble.