I'm thinking: baby modeling agency = college fund.
One of my boss's patients has her college years all secured just exactly this way. She's now a studious college-touring teenager with absolutely no interest in modeling, but when she was Lily's age through the end of preschool she was in a bunch of clothing and toy catalogs and now all she has to worry about is getting the grades, not scraping together the loans and scholarships and other aid.
And as cute and photogenic a toddler as she was (I've seen the catalogs), Lily's exponentially more so.
{{{Nora}}} I still think you are made of awesome, and damn, between the job change and the flooding and the ongoing family issues, even without having a houseguest of indeterminate duration, you've been dealing with a fairly high stress level on a fairly constant basis for, like, ever. You're doing much better with it than I ever would, that's for damn sure.
Those exist? I never have mornings when I don't feel feral.
Oh, my feral sistah!
Plus, I'm non-feral if I wake up after 10, but I don't so much consider that morning - more the proper time to begin the day.
I should just continue to point to juliana and nod in agreement.
Baby is robust and perfect in every particular
Yayayay!! Way to go, Halloweenie!
{{Nora}} I think you're way cool. (Do you like me? Check yes, no or maybe!)
Day 2 of some of the worst cramps ever. I am not a happy camper.
Or cramper, for that matter.
Half a Robaxin is terrific for cramps! Thanks to my Hubby, the drug sharer.
I don't have access to good stuff, so I've been taking Advil. It's working, but boy, I hate waking myself up in the middle of the night because my cramps are so bad and the Advil has worn off. Not fun.
I could swear that one of the baby models in the recent Hanna Andersen catalog is Lilybean.
Ugh. 9:00 pm, just got home from work. Dinner is PBJ.
But hey, dark future and all, someone beat MM to the Robot Army: [link]
It seemed like such a better idea in theory, months ago, than in reality, now. However, it may still be an OK thing once I/we adjust to the Holy Crap! There's Someone In Our Space That Isn't Us! Factor.
Really - that is the most likely way for it to work. Now remember, you could be my friend L , who has three Tuvan throat singers living in her house. Who have been spending too much time together. She had to adjust - but she had to put limits on their behavior as well. Like no more than three beers a day at her house ( ahh...musicians). She grew up with alcholics - and that was a major problem for her to see. It is working. and she never met them until they arrived.
The communists have invaded. I have ordered macaroni and cheese for lunch. And a side salad! See how healthy I is?
The communists have invaded.
It's George Cloony's fault.
