"Prepare Yourself!
Expect the worst!
The purplest baby
In the Universe!"
NUH UH. I dey utterly that I sang this. I in fact sang, as is right and proper:
"Take a good look!
Prepare for the worst!
The purplest baby
In the Universe!"
Hec misquoted me because he has never seen
The Tall Guy.
Which is nigh impossible to believe, given his short hair fetish and love of Emma Thompson, but there you go.
Franny and Isaac are so damn cute and sparkly and bursting with personality! The only thing wrong with those pictures is that there are only 6 of them.
{{P-C}} Rest your splinty limbs and please don't beat yourself up. The marathon is an awesome goal, but the money-raising is the most important part.
Poor sick Lily! Ear infections are a world of no fun.
Raising money for a good cause is an admirable accomplishment. There will be more marathons in the future. Rest and you will be ready for them.
No sick babies. I so declare it.
Homework progress - assignment 1 of 4 done. Break time?
Tournament report - K-Bug's team won their first game. Well, they were winning when it got called for rain. The second game got just plain called for rain. After their awful performance in pool play, they were fighting for 13-16th place anyway...so they probably tied for 13th.
Her team did get a slight mention in the Chron regarding one of yesterday's games- "Mitty came in as the top gun -- The Chronicle's No. 1 ranked team and rated 23rd nationally by studentsports.com -- and after a humbling 2-1 win over Alameda earlier in the day, the Monarchs (12-1) unleashed a relentless hitting barrage that featured a two-run double from Ricketts and a two-run triple by Notre Dame-bound shortstop Katie Fleury."
This face is achieved by, I swear, saying, "Lily, make your Serious Face!"
Does she still have Sushi, the fish?
Mom was asking about her today so I was telling her all about our visit and how that wee girl she met is now TWO! She's enthralled, as we all are.
I'm home from running errands with a friend. I got a rolly suitcase for my sewing machine on wicked clearance. I'm very excited about this fact.
I also forgot to buy myself my frozen dinners to live off of for the next week. Sometimes I'm really not with it.
I'm sorry about the marathon, P-C, but you shouldn't be anything but proud of yourself.
TCG and my worlds' are colliding tonight. We're having dinner with my mom, stepdad, and grandfather and his dad and stepmom. They've never met before. I think things are going to go fine, but I won't turn down any everyone-get-along~ma.
I think I have lost my ability to whip out the homework. The stuff I'm trying to do this weekend is taking me for-freaking-ever.
Announcement: I got a great night's sleep last night and woke up rested!
Analysis: I should get a little drunk off martinis every night before bed. Hm.
There is a big trivia tournament tomorrow. I think I'm going to be too sick to go, but I hate to let the team down. On the other hand, I'm not sure how much I can contribute. I wonder if I should back out now to give them time to find someone else.
Also, soup and ice cream have still not magically appeared in my house, I think I'm going to have to take my miserable self to the store.
Whine.
Also, soup and ice cream have still not magically appeared in my house, I think I'm going to have to take my miserable self to the store.
I have Tillamook Oregon strawberry ice cream. I will send it through the tubes. Because it is amazing but I still don't like strawberry ice cream much.
OH! Ice cream. That's what I want.
