I have proof of twin telepathy. My twin sister, who only knows of the b.org vaguely as "that internet place" got me a pair of comfy pj's for my birthday (which she gave me when I got here for our visit). They have warm, flannel pants. With monkeys. They say, "monkey pants" all over them.
Cue twilight zone music.
I just frightened my cat with a remotely-controlled robot with web-cam. I put it away to charge, but he doesn't know that - he's cautiously poking around where the robot was a few minutes ago....
so if
We really don't like to talk about it.
We really don't like to talk about it.
I get it. It's like when the Klingons looked humanish. Let us never speak of it again.
I get it. It's like when the Klingons looked humanish. Let us never speak of it again.
Like Fight Club. Without the pretty.
Someone asked me if krav was like Fight Club. I said yeah, except the first rule of krav is that you have to talk about it all the time.
Are we going to get pictures of (you in) the Aunt E. costume, ita?
If anyone takes them. I just can't get motivated to do them myself.
Okay, must nap now.
(Dear energy-draining first trimester, feel free to end anytime now! No love, Tired Jess)
As JZ notes, she slept All The Time in the first trimester. In fact, I think that fact alone was enough to alert Cindy that Jacqueline was pregnant.
As I recall, Ple was the first person we told, but Cindy was the first person who guessed.
although once you get into the second trimester you can have a cup or two of coffee again
My stomach won't tolerate coffee at all these days -- I've switched over completely to tea.
Also, Jess, could I possibly get your address? I have a small wee item to send you. Oddly, I don't know myself exactly what it is, but I do need to send it to you.
Ooh, mysterious! Insent to your profile addy.