Thanks, love.
Backflung.
'Selfless'
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Thanks, love.
Backflung.
Or, for that matter a root and a husband.
The husband is being the breadwinner and bringing home the bacon.
Both of these? Also not tookies.
Re: Cellphones. Aims and I have phones that will never break, ever, no matter how much we may want them to. They are ugly, squat, industrial looking cellphones that are probably pre-fall-of-the-Republic Russian military surplus designed to survive a direct nuclear strike, but contain no aesthetic value whatsoever lest they distract Russian troops with their shininess and make them long for Western culture.
We require no insurance. Comrade.
I have absolutely no idea what a 'tookie' is.
I will miss you all more than I can express, but I know that this is the right move for you. I wish you safe travels and happy home-finding.
Best of luck and tons of moving~ma to Aimee, MM, and Emeline.
Smooth move-ma to you, Aims and Joe -- I know you've been thinking of this for a while, and I hope the change is all you're hoping for and more. And if Buffista magic is needed at any point in the process, just shout.
I have absolutely no idea what a 'tookie' is.
Pete:
Cashmere "Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial" Dec 20, 2006 2:06:53 am PST
Lots of moving ~ma. Moving is tough, but it is good to be near your family. I'm grateful that my children spend time with their grandparents.
Aimee and Joe, I'm excited about the move for you. I was thinking last week that life events seem to be pushing you all in that direction. BTW, and I am totally serious about this, if you are driving through New Mexico and need a place to spend the night or rest for a day, my parents have 3 acres in the mountains with a small cabin, jungle gym for Em and lots of room for the animals. Seriously, they would love to have you.
Aimee and Joe, moving ~ma and happy lucky house-finding! May you find the perfect place to live!
Grey hair. Ha. I found my first one at 23. Last year I decided it was time to stop messing around with semipermanent dyes and go to the salon and get permanent color. Turns out I'm allergic to, apparently, ammonia, and my hair started falling out. So, in a world where I have to choose between some gray showing through and having less hair, well... and I get no sympathy at home, of course, because my oldest niece has alopecia and no hair at all, so she's all "Suck it up!"
But hey, I was reading in New Scientist, they're discovering all sorts of new drugs that have growing-hair and darkening-hair as side effects, so pretty soon they'll be able to fix it. Yep.
As the Baby Boomers grow old, more and more attention (and money) is being paid to fixing those aspects of growing old that used to be taken for granted as "just part of getting old". Like gray hair, memory loss, osteoporsis, and wrinkles. Being right at the end of the baby-boomer years, I appreciate all my generational peers for kickstarting the process that will hopefully result in me living to be 120 and still looking like this.
Not that I'm vain or anything. @@ But man, nothing has ever made me feel as old as s finding a gray hair "down there". All cats may be gray in the dark, but mine damn sure ought to be black in the light.