sorry to hear that mac is sick and that you, aparently, are poking yourself with sharp objects.
I don't think we have to be sorry about the poking thing, just her weird doctor.
Jello and coke? I want so be sick at msbelle's house.
I've just finished a lunch of grilled chicken breast and asparagus. Trying to work out how I'm going to eat more healthily on the leadup to the black belt test, and how I'm going to do so with my partner in crime.
Now I have to put my laundry in the drier, take out garbage, tidy up after my year-end filing, and maybe watch Another World with a heating pad clutched to the tum.
And no training! No krav today! Or gym!
Also? If you are a public radio station in the last 30 minutes of your pledge drive, it might be wise to mention the number in all your talktalktalk for those of us who figured to do it now because we forgot to send a check in last month, as we usually do. Or put the freaking number on one of your 2 websites. Or something.
Poor mac.
Eek. They're evacuating a bunch of highrises near me. Water main break = no heat or water.
t hugs radiator
Ouch.
poor mac! give him lots of kisses, 'kay?
Water main break = no heat or water.
Yikes. Mains are giving up left and right around here. I had to pull some creative driving maneuvers when they closed one of the 3 roads I take home while I was on it.
Why is it that the mixed-up version of that song is the primary one in my head?
Dark one night, when all in bed were we/Mrs. O'lantern shed the Leary in the left./The kick cowed it over and eyed her wink and said/There's gonna be a time hot in the town old tonight./RIFE! RIFE! RIFE!
Where does that even come from?
I heard my mama cry. I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
