Nice work, Christopher!
I feel a little better. (Well, I don't, because I'm still nauseous, but I'm not as worried.)
The pilot is lit and burning correctly. And apparently gas is supposed to smell like rotten eggs, which this doesn't. This actually smells more like what I associate with oil heat, kind of dirty and dense. But my FiL had turned on some electronic filtering thing the other day, which hadn't been turned on all winter, and the filters (we discover now) are filthy. So Stephen took them out and turned the thing off. Also? Dead mouse inside the filtering thingie. Yuck. So we're waiting a few minutes to see if the smell recedes.
Sail, your father needs to call my FiL. They can compare how tightly screwed shut their wallets are, and the crazy! ideas of kids.
Lee, I'll hapily send you my phone number but only if you promise to call *me* just to squee about SPN.
Lee, I'll hapily send you my phone number but only if you promise to call *me* just to squee about SPN.
I can do this! We could have our own Friday morning water cooler talk.
{{{{Cindy, Amy Liz, and Cashmere}}}
Pretty door, Cashmere!
{{{{{My poor fellow Bitch-Mommies}}}}}
I think all of our kids are conspiring.
Hey, Jilli? Can you ask Clovis to lay off the Buffista Sprog Control Ray? We need some sleep and reprieve from the sickness and the sleeplessness and general brattiness a lot of the kidlets seem to be displaying.
Just for a bit. At least until the snow in the midwest/east coast clears? We'll send lots of sugary minions!!
I will be very bitter if DC gets a snow day tomorrow or Wednesday and I don't because I am in Texas. That would SUCK.
It looks like you might anyway. We're supposed to have snow tomorrow- then back up to 60 for the weekend. Craxy-assed weather.
Poor sick Cindy babies!
Poor sick kidlets and poor sick-of-dealing-with-it parents.
I want to go home. I feel crummy, and I'm tired as all get out. I also want soup and a pb&j with the crusts cut off. No pony, though--too messy.
What if the pony can make you the pb&j? *That's* an equine worth having!
Oh, pshaw with the kids. It's not so bad.
Hell, I'm coming to enjoy being viciously head-butted and kicked in the kidneys in the middle of the night. It's sort of refreshing, like...
...
...oh my god. I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
I think children are the ones who invented it.
