Hey, Aims. Can we get me...uh, Emeline, can we get Emeline some Legos? Big big sets of Legos?

Sure. As soon as they stop being a choking hazard for Emeline.

On the other hand...stress headaches? Gone.

So neener to your classifieds, and I will now attempt a Battlestar Galactica made out of blocks.

(I am actually quite impressed by your Lego Enterprise, but giving you shit is more fun than complimenting you.

No stress headaches are a definite bonus.)

Sure. As soon as they stop being a choking hazard for Emeline.

I said I wouldn't eat them anymo--oh, are we not talking in "code" anymore?

No. Not so much.

Oh, Raq, how dreadful. I'm sorry for your loss.

Oh Raq. I just backread and saw what happened. My love and strength to you.

{{{{Raq}}}} no words. I just have no words.

(I am actually quite impressed by your Lego Enterprise, but giving you shit is more fun than complimenting you.

I'm impressed even more because those don't seem to be Legos, so much as Duplos. If MM is a dork because he made Serenity in Duplos, I'm twice as much of one for wanting to see it.

t points at WS

Twice as much! Twice as much!

Aimee - I would have sworn that I saw a picture of duplo!Serenity.

K-Bug and I are making pumpkin pie tonight because there are NONE available in the stores and we didn't get enough on T-Day. It has been a few years since I have made my own - I forgot how liquid the filling is pre-bake.

{{{Raq}}} How awful, how wretched for everyone: you, your friend, the wife and child he's left behind, all his family.

I'm all allergy-meds groggy, but feeling semi-accomplished and mildly less stressed than lately. Emmett, Matilda and I had a successful outing to downtown today, mostly to look at the SPCA critters in the windows of Macy's -- already 29 adoptions in the first two days! -- but also just to poke around. We went to Neiman-Marcus to goggle at the 5-story Christmas tree and roll our eyes forever at the ridiculously priced clothing ($850 for a pair of slacks? I mean, okay, Versace, but for $850 those slacks had better make you look like a goddess; and really, do goddesses even wear slacks? Then again, this is the store that once offered a million-dollar diamond-encrusted bra, for those times when merely being stinking fucking rich isn't enough, you want to tell the world that you can afford to put diamonds on your underwear.)

Emmett fell in love with a very expensive remote-control fire engine with a working water hose and played happily with it for almost an hour while I trolled the sale aisles and gagged over their Slutwear For TotsJuicy Couture offerings. He also enjoyed playing with a very expensive dollhouse ("Look! They're a happy cannibal family! 'What's for dinner, mom?' 'Roast baby!' And now they've all devoured each other, the happy cannibals.") and gaping at a chocolate Santa almost as tall as he was.

Then, off we went to Citizen Cupcake for sandwiches, salad, and the latest Bunny Suicide book; one more look at the SPCA critters (including a 4-month-old kitten in a space dressed up to look like the living room from A Christmas Story, complete with Red Ryder gun box and a tiny vintage TV on which ACS itself was playing); and then to home, giving Hec a good 4-hour break for book work and general noodling around and emotional replenishing. Hec's out now with Matilda (who snoozed peacefully through our entire outing and is probably snoozing again now), and Emmett and I are slounging, snuffling and stuffing our faces.

Plus, the space around the heater in the living room is all cleared out so we can safely turn the heater on, and we totally have enough money to make it to the end of the month. And Emmett's mom came through her surgery fine and is home and peaceful and un-harassed. If we just had some leftover turkey, life would be nigh to perfect.