I hope Hec doesn't kill me for being first with this, but:
The first two pictures from the new camera
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I hope Hec doesn't kill me for being first with this, but:
The first two pictures from the new camera
If anyone gets angels and a chance to rest in a lovely afterlife, it's EM's dad.
Sympathy and warm thoughts to EM - losing a parent is, well, there are no real words.
However, in yaygood news, thanks to my angel boss, we now have a digital camera! And as thrilled as I am about being able to document Matilda's growth minute-by-minute, I'm almost as thrilled about being able to photograph and list the vintage dresses on eBay.
Yay!
Anne! Yay power and heat!
From the Overshare Dept: A couple we know here have decided to have a baby. The entire embassy knows this now, because they were giving a few random people rides home, when the female portion of the couple looked at her watch and said "Can we go faster? I only have 15 minutes left!"
Then, in case anyone missed it, proceeded to explain the ovulation window.
gawdamnmotherfuckingshitsonofabitch
I just got my period. Today is the sixth. Last month I got it on the... 10thish. Before that and for a long time it was around the fifteenth. This is getting very annoying. And it hurts extra.
Oh, JZ, so beautiful. And David, Emmett looks so much like you in those pics!
The cuteness. It overwhelms.
Poor Trudy. Wishing you hot pads and good drugs.
Aimée - Well, fuckity. No babysitter for Saturday night. Fuck fuck fuck.
Tell the old man you gotta go to the market for some bread and milk. Hopefully he won't notice the sexy santa outfit... ooo maybe leave it in the car, change at the party.
Sssshhhhhhh He'll never know!
Hec, I'm sorry EM didn't get to her dad in time. He sounds like someone I would have liked to know. I'm sorry for your family's loss.
I hope Hec doesn't kill me for being first with this, butJZ, if he kills you, he has to take care of Matilda all by himself.
I just got my period. Today is the sixth. Last month I got it on the... 10thish. Before that and for a long time it was around the fifteenth. This is getting very annoying. And it hurts extra.Trudy, I'm sorry hurting. Fwiw, if the 10th of November was your day one, you had a 27 day cycle. That's not really too far off.
Cutiehead pictures! Matilda is going to follow around Emmett like a puppy dog.
I'm sorry for your family's loss, Hec. Also, Irish funerals are the best. There were dozens of wakes and funerals in my childhood as my great aunts and uncles passed. Usually at home, confusing for a wee child to see all the laughing and crying adults.
Wishing you hot pads and good drugs.
A good plan for Trudy.
I think looking at Buffista kids is now my official happy place.
People who are hurty - hope you get some relief soon.
Ya know how on your day off (but which isn't really a day off as there is a mandatory staff meeting at 9am, well make that two mandatory staff meetings at 9 am in different towns and the big boss told you to go to the one further away), you wake up at six o'fuckingclock in the morning, and you think, "Hey, I'm awake, I might as well clean the bathroom," and then you go to rinse out the bathtub only to find that the cheap plastic container you've been using for a year and a half for that purpose is gone, so you try to use the shower head to rinse it out, and get soaked? Also, the 'c' key on this keyboard doesn't work, so in order to type my masterfully run-on sentence, I had to copy a 'c' from my clipboard eight times. Not that that is a huge problem, but it sure messes up the zen of my typing.
Ok, I feel better now.
ETA: a vital point to my rant.
There was stuff. And then there were pictures of Matilda and Emmett. And now I'm dead. So, everyone gets hugs and kisses from the grave of dead from the cuteness of Buffista kids.
Also, I fell an skinned my knee this morning. In the middle of Boylston Street. As the light was changing. Fortunately, I was not hit. Stupid feet not knowing how to run when there's only 10 seconds left before the walk sign goes away.
Also, it stings.
Last also, I have an icky girly test this afternoon. Mom is taking me, because they told me I will have "mild cramping" after the test. In my experience, this means, "You're going to hurt like hell, so don't plan on doing anything for the rest of the day, besides pulling on a bathrobe and drinking a cup of tea--that someone else makes for you. Then, drug yourself to sleep and have that person help you into bed."
OH! Deena! I'm glad your dinner was a success! I'm sorry you got hurty, though. That part's not so good. Oh, and meanie Target for not having that teapot!
AND! Yay for Anne's heat being back on!