Wow, that's a lot of cute!
Happy birthday, Andi! 37 is a perfectly cromulent number. I, myself, am 37 for another couple of weeks, and I'm perfectly cromulent, QED.
If y'all see me in here again, ask if my living room is clean.
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Wow, that's a lot of cute!
Happy birthday, Andi! 37 is a perfectly cromulent number. I, myself, am 37 for another couple of weeks, and I'm perfectly cromulent, QED.
If y'all see me in here again, ask if my living room is clean.
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Lilybean is a lovely creature.
Lillian obliterates cute on her way to setting an entirely new standard of fetching.
ION, Matilda has got a little cold. A byproduct of being handled by two dozen humans at the baptism I think.
The snotsucker had to be deployed. I expected Lillian, the Toddler Avenger to swoop in and snot-block us, but there was no such intervention and Matilda disliked the experience intensely. Though it did create the necessary breathing experience. Further applications of Benadryl seemed to do the trick.
Emmett was also congested and wheezy this morning.
World domination, I tells ya, with Squeakaboo cute!
Feliciations, Andi, on the Anniversary of Your Natal Day! And many happy returns! I wish you cake, and candles, and all your wishes come true.
Emmett was also congested and wheezy this morning.
Did you ask him if he wanted to hit the snotsucker?
I, on the other hand, may have reached a new loser standard. My attendant just told me I need to get laid. I would much rather have given my panties to a geek.
Thanks be to the tv gods! My Lifetime TV is back! Take that you whoever took it away!
I also seem to have CMT, HGTV and some other fun stations.
I have the weirdest cable ever.
My attendant just told me I need to get laid.
I think the only reasonable response to that is, "Go fuck yourself."
Also, erika -- I had a dream the other night that some Democratic party fundraisers asked me to write a HLotS fic because it would somehow raise money for the party. I told them that I've never watched it, and anyway, I knew a *much* better choice of writer if that's the fandom they wanted, AND that the bonus was that the writer was a big democratic rabble-rouser in her own right. (I was, of course, referring to you.)
So they called you, and you wrote fic for the good of the Democratic party, and all was well.
That's actually closer to "normal" than most of my dreams are.
Did you ask him if he wanted to hit the snotsucker?
I did offer.
He declined.
I think the only reasonable response to that is, "Go fuck yourself."
Miss Manners will back you up on this.