Might be knd of silly looking. Drew et al can deal.
picturing a parade of folks through the bedroom while Kristin is trying to sleep with a thing in her mouth.
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Might be knd of silly looking. Drew et al can deal.
picturing a parade of folks through the bedroom while Kristin is trying to sleep with a thing in her mouth.
Kill. Me. Now.
Cramps of fracking doom. And my heating pad committed suicide at some point. Man, and I thought I would be happy to be done with PMS this month. Now I miss the carefree mood swings and the frisson of painfully swollen breasts. Those were the good days, man.
I sure hope I have a narcotic hidden around here somewhere. Maybe something for the nausea. These are the days I wish House were my doctor. He'd be an ass, sure, but he'd hand over the Vicodin without a fight.
Mal is wonderful. And your captions, Raq? Make me actually laugh every time.
Oh, and he crunches leaves!!! Which, okay, not as funny for us as the being frightened of grass, but at least he's deigned to step on some vegetation.
Ok, laga. See if I try to be delicate again. (I'm apparently not very good at it. Which is actually no surpise. To me, or, probably, anyone.)
Oh, Mal. Also - you are so right. They are lying to you! (Is this the right time to bring up my kid-Santa = dog-mailman theory? Probably not.)
/end snarky
sorry brenda
I sure hope I have a narcotic hidden around here somewhere.
NOBODYS FAULT BUT YOUR OWN, MISSY!!!!!
Raq, that baby is redunculous.
Yeah, there are days I miss being fifteen miles from Tijuana. This? One of them.
Know what can pass for a heating pad? A laptop. Hard to get it in the right place but it is warm.
Drat, I just went back far enough that Mal now will deign to step on grass. Bother. I must have missed that before.
eta: Woot! Far enough back that Mal is once more afraid of the evil grass. The Grass is Going to Keeeeeeeeeeeell Me Summer was a good one. For us, I mean. Probably stressful for the actual parents.
Heh. No worries.
Paper is DONE.
Ok. Now what?
Cass, I can snitch some of mom's narcotics, but I'm not sure about stuffing them through the interwebs.
Mal is adorable.
Know what can pass for a heating pad? A laptop. Hard to get it in the right place but it is warm.
Can you position a kitty?