I put him to bed, but it was easy.

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Yay!

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I so want the Monkey Pants pyjamas. They would be so fun! I have some Life is Good pjs with happy dogs on them, but Monkey Pants flannel pjs would be even better.

I saw "Passing Strange" with Sparky and her DH tonight and it was all about music and art and identity, with some marvelous mockery of pretention while at the same time being about how important art and music is. It's also just a kickass rock-and-roll show, with a fantastic cast and band. I suspect the message was a little muddled, but the cast and the band and the sets were fabulous. Great stuff, and from here they're going on to the Public Stage in NYC.

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Hugh Laurie yay! SNL not as yay. So the rest of this is going to have to be dvr'd and skipped through tomorrow.

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hugh really is sorta dreamy

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That was a good party.

I am drunk, and then some. Jello shots were my undoing. Moreso than the four or so shots of tequila, because those are mentally monitored.

Found out that the minor's parents didn't mind me having her on a leash (I think the mother might have fist-pumped). Which was a relief...but weird. Still, I kept her on a leash the whole time she was there, including her call home to get an extension on curfew. Which was also weird. But she karaoked "I'm not a girl, yet not a woman" with me yanking her chain (literally) and looking at her inappropriately.

She makes most pictures of me be in a strange legal place.

Fun was had.

I need to teach at 10:30, and I know I've wasted the fallback hour entirely. Off to pretend I can get a full night's rest.

Oh, costume went over pretty well. I was surprised by how many people got Tina Turner without getting the fact it was tied to a movie not titled What's Love Got To Do With It?

Hmm. Typed that initially as What's Glove Got To Do With It? which I suppose is an unsafe-sex porno.

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Skipping and poking head to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Astarte's birthday. I haven't seen posts from her in quite a while, but I hope the well-wishes find their way to her, somehow.

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Is there already a good Buffista name for Jess's expected one? My mind keeps falling back on Jess's alter ego.

My stomach won't tolerate coffee at all these days -- I've switched over completely to tea.

Aw, but your love was so pure. Does the smell of coffee put you off, too?

Sadly, nothing helps the need to nap, although once you get into the second trimester you can have a cup or two of coffee again (or just continue as usual if you're Cindy), which helps greatly with the whole feeling human thing.

For reals. Even sleeping did nothing to slake my nap-thirst.

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.

Monkey pants! WANT! Twin telepathy is is so cool, especially when it nets you ACTUAL monkey pants.

In fact, I think that fact alone was enough to alert Cindy that Jacqueline was pregnant.

I was already wondering about JZ, but then she made a post about having an all of a sudden and all-over overwhelming queasy moment when she was talking to people at church, and coupled with the fatigue it just screamed, "PREGNANCY!" I honestly read that post like she was ramping up to tell us, or trying to tease us into guessing. I felt badly after, that I didn't control my fonts.

As I recall, Ple was the first person we told, but Cindy was the first person who guessed.

I know JZ, Plei, Teppy, and I had a little flurry of e-mails, during the weeks the OB had confused JZ for a lab rat.

Cindy has strong pregnancy-dar.

I did not suspect a thing with Jess, even though I remember her talking about considering the possibility, quite some time ago.

I've had more than one prophecy-girl sort of dreams about my f2f friends and relatives (and my own) pregnancies, though. As far as I can remember, I haven't had a wrong one, but I don't always have them.

My mother often knows on sight, although not with me, which is sort of funny.

IIRC, she suspected me for weeks before I spilled, based on an offhand remark I made.

I did. I was nearly certain. Of course, I'd been praying for you to have a baby (I can't remember if I stopped once you'd decided to start to let go of the idea; I probably at least altered my prayers a bit) so I was more (unconsciously) alert to clues in your case. I might have even marked the posts that keyed me in. I didn't dare ask you, because it really wasn't all that long after you'd decided to stop trying.

In retrospect, isn't is just so *Lillian* to be all, "You think you know...what you are...what's to come. You haven't even begun."

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