Hec, I promise to send you eyeliner for you What Would Deena Do period?
And I imagine the Halloweenie, just to show me, will prove to be one of those preternaturally adult toddlers, sweet and polite and kind, with never a tantrum beyond a dainty stomping of foot.
(In short, I picture her as a mini-JZ.)
Dad: Is this when Jesse dies? Does he become a vampire?
Me: Dad, just watch. Your questions will all be answered.
Dad: I’m just trying to be interested.
Me: I know.
Dad: You’re going to tell the board about this, aren’t you?
Me: Yes.
Dad: Tell them I say hi!
I really am just too amused... What a darling dad he is.
and thanks for the engagement and birthday well wishes.
You deserve every one of them and more.
I promise to send you eyeliner for you What Would Deena Do period?
Oooh! Makeup by Plei is a good thing. We can send Emmett letters of rec, if you need.
eta: Whoots! I fixed my formating. By hand. Uphill both ways. In the snow.
Hi, Adorable Dad O'Bug!
Welcome home, bt. Glad you had a good trip.
Dad: You’re going to tell the board about this, aren’t you?
Me: Yes.
Dad: Tell them I say hi!
Tell him we say Hi back. and
joooooinnnnn usssssss!
OMG, vw, Emmett asked
exactly the same questions
during the W&P. Specifically about (1) Jesse; (2) when does Willow turn evil; (3) Whether Joyce knows; (4) Whether Darla was a vampire.
Hec, I promise to send you eyeliner for you What Would Deena Do period?
We'll see if Emmett goes for it. Or is that for me? Emmett was wearing nail polish into first grade before he got a Gender Role Enforcement Smackdown from his peers.
And I imagine the Halloweenie, just to show me, will prove to be one of those preternaturally adult toddlers, sweet and polite and kind, with never a tantrum beyond a dainty stomping of foot.
Well, I am expecting her to be a bit more introspective than Emmett, but you just don't know. I can't wait to meet her.
Dear Lord in Heaven, writing the peer review for this paper sucks. As does the paper.
Also realizing that I currently have a toddler and a teenager, and wondering what I did to piss off the PTB.
AmyLiz will tell me what to do.
You're a bad, bad man.
I keep snickering thinking about the three kinds of sex: the Virginia sex, the mouth sex and the butt-sex.
For the record, she's had way more than three kinds.
But what Emmett doesn't know on that score will provide them both with some peace of mind.
Oh, peer reviews are of the suck. I haven't had to do one in a LONG time. Tomorrow is the last day of my Humanities class. I am expecting an A.
Then I start 10 weeks of Statistics - parts I and II. Be forewarned - I will be whining about school a LOT over the next 10 weeks. Marcie me NOW. Shoot, I might Marcie me.
I just ran my fingertip over with a table. I am going to have to turn in my adult card, aren't I? Seriously. I rolled a table (with my computer on it) over my fingernail. It not only hurts but I feel compelled to mock myself.