{{{Daisy}}} It is so hard to lose anyone. I lost my Poppa last year and damn it sucks.

Cash, I hope DH is ok.

LILY! Stop wounding your mother. This type of behavior will not get you a decent car when you are 16. We mothers hold on to shit beyond your first pair of Robeez and your first report card. You *will* be denied some privelege down the road because you had an unfourtunate pooping accident when you were 4. Guaranteed. My own mother still won't let me have a bedside lamp in any room I sleep in due to a mitten on a lightbulb when I was 3. Watch yourself, luv.

Scrabble is also excellent distraction when fretting about a family member's health. We're pretty worried about ND's mom given how poor her health is under regular circumstances, so playing Scrabble seemed like a good idea. And as it's causing laughter and silliness? I'm counting it a win.

{{{{{Daisy Jane}}}}}}

{{{{{ND}}}}}}

{{{{{{Ever'body}}}}}}

Andi and I have decided we are each other's social cues helper monkey.

Please, no comments about the hot monkey lovin'.

Mom still doesn't trust me with laundry. I left a crayon in my pocket when I was wee and ruined a load of laundry. Still doesn't trust me.

What about crazy monkey love?

slaps forehead

{{{{{{{{{{{ND}}}}}}}}}}}

I hope she's okay and it doesn't turn into anything terribly serious. {{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}

Joe has been importing all of our CD's onto the Batcomputer.

When we are done, we won't have enough songs to fill VernIsh.

t shakes head

Import and Post

Things that suck: Importing a bunch of compilation cd's. And having to go back, listen to the first few seconds of the songs and try to remember the titles.

DAMN that was a close game! ND had pulled way ahead, but I rallied with a final triple word score of 51 points...and still lost! I had a 2-point "g" left over which got deducted from my score (266) and added to his score (264); i.e. he ended up with 266 and I ended up with 264. Phew!

We're having a death [re-]match.

ND has his entire music collection on shuffle as we're playing. During the course of the first game, we heard "Master of the House" from Les Mis; the Empire death march from Star Wars; a random Christmas song ND didn't even know he owned (which included the line, "Here comes fatty with a sack of shit and all those stinkin' reindeer"); a bunch of random "normal" music; and then some odd noises that led to him saying, "Pardon me while I go change this track. I think it's 40 minutes of Tibetan chanting."

Dating a sound designer is always an adventure.