My dad has checked to make sure I have his cell and office numbers several times now, and reminded me another dozen times to dress the baby warmly and cover his ears when the train comes because the horn is too loud.
I think ima be in big trouble if I bring The Second Coming home with any scratches.
yeah you will! Is this a solo outting, Auntie Allyson?
Oh no, mama is coming as well. I don't know why he doesn't know that she'll bundle him up like The Mummy.
Allyson, it's cold there! They should bundle him up. As long as he's not plastic wrapped you're good.
I miss you so much! I can't wait for you to come back.
Baby needs plastic wrap! The nasty air will get him!
Allyson, just look for the big milk bottle and you'll be A-OK. Shit, I don't even know if the big milk bottle is still there! That's weird.
Hi! I don't want to go to work. But yet, I will.
Say no to the dominant hegemony of work.
or you know, say yes and collect your paycheck.
I am now at work. Yay? The thing is, I just spent what felt like hours yesterday with my boss going off on Problem Child Co-Worker, who asked for today off, boss said she could take it only if her work was done (an assignment which the rest of us got done two weeks ago), and she took yesterday and today off sick anyway. So I figure it's really in my best interest to come in every day.
But I'm so sleepy! I cannot wait for my long weekend of sleeping.
Allyson, just look for the big milk bottle and you'll be A-OK. Shit, I don't even know if the big milk bottle is still there! That's weird.
It was there less than a year ago, so I'm guessing it still is.
The roads to get there may not be the same as they used to (the roads in Boston are still imitating the stairs at Hogwarts, albeit not as much as few years ago), but I think the milk bottle is eternal.