Merry Holiday of Choice! I'm in my Mom's kitchen, on her computer. Thank goodness the hide-a-bed is actually quite comfortable. It has a built-in inflatable top, so you have good support. Spent most of the day yesterday with Brother #1 and his family, and showed my niece how to knit. Also, my gifts were palpable hits, except with the nephews who are teenagers and therefore don't count. :-)
Mal: We're still flying. Simon: That's not much. Mal: It's enough.
'Serenity'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Theodosia - Dec 25, 2006 5:08:03 am PST #7984 of 10007
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
esse - Dec 25, 2006 5:21:21 am PST #7985 of 10007
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Happy holidays everyone! There's lovely smells of food cooking downstairs and carols bubbling from the stereo and I have all the yuletide in the world to read. Add Fay on top of that, and you've got a winner of a holiday!
Nilly - Dec 25, 2006 5:32:36 am PST #7986 of 10007
Swouncing
Poking head (remember me?) to wish a good, happy and peaceful day for everybody. Regardless of holidays, going-to-work-less Mondays, weather or, well, pretty much anything else you can think of, I guess.
Daisy Jane - Dec 25, 2006 5:40:41 am PST #7987 of 10007
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Merry Christmas y'all.
Phone call from friend this morning (after a fitfull night of sleep) at 7 am. My godson has been kidnapped by his father. Frustrated, helpless and angry.
Nilly - Dec 25, 2006 5:42:42 am PST #7988 of 10007
Swouncing
Oh, Daisy Jane, I'm so sorry.
Theodosia - Dec 25, 2006 5:43:27 am PST #7989 of 10007
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Oh, DJ, what awful news for a Christmas morning! I can't imagine depriving a kid of its mother in a traumatic fashion if there's no abuse in the home.
Daisy Jane - Dec 25, 2006 5:44:46 am PST #7990 of 10007
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Yeah, I'm kind of sputtering and spinning around in circles, but there's really nothing I can do. It's all about the cops and lawyers right now.
It's been a while since I've been around at the same time as you. How are you?
sarameg - Dec 25, 2006 5:46:43 am PST #7991 of 10007
DJ, tat sucks. May it resolve with a minimum of drama.
Her what, now?
It's a wrought iron bat (mammalian.) Really neat. It's now hanging in the entry to the front livingroom now.
Merry Christmas!
Now to program the roomba....
Nilly - Dec 25, 2006 5:48:36 am PST #7992 of 10007
Swouncing
there's really nothing I can do. It's all about the cops and lawyers right now.
Well, 7 am phone call pretty much means you are there for your friend, so at least you can do that for her, right?
How are you?
Crazy busy, thanks for asking. There's this class that I started teaching mid-semester (apparently the former lecturer was *really* bad, so they had to look for replacements), and it's eating up so much of my time, I don't even have time to whine anymore. You?
Daisy Jane - Dec 25, 2006 5:52:05 am PST #7993 of 10007
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
This is just the latest in a long list of jackass stuff he's done. Greatest Hits include Got My 19 Year Old Girlfriend Pregnant While My Wife In Labor, Taped Over My Wedding Video With My Cheating Sexcapades, and Told My Girlfriend My Wife Was My Crazy Stalker Ex (And Our Son's Not Mine).
Blech. I'm trying to decide if I need to wait around in case she wants hugs and coffee. Also my grandfather went to the hospital yesterday, so I'm going by to see him before I leave.