No sick! No sick! You have to show up to That Event tomorrow night.I can get better! Like Jonathon did after he was stabbed in Buffy. I mean, sure, I'll be The First and evil, but I'll fit in that way.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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No sick! No sick! You have to show up to That Event tomorrow night.I can get better! Like Jonathon did after he was stabbed in Buffy. I mean, sure, I'll be The First and evil, but I'll fit in that way.
It told each and every one of us how much it needed to be with you, Cass. How could we refuse?
Connie, I've got a random collection of Scientific Americans from 2007 - 2001. Also there are boxes upon boxes of older ones hidden in the garage.
Bitches are the bestest ever! I have a satin fuchsia driving suit from those that F2Fed! It is the coolest thing ever. I squeed and squeed and squeed when I opened the package. Thank you!
What a nice gift. We need pictures.
Congratulations on finding out your going to have a nephew, vw! Good luck with the end of school stuff.
Connie, I've got a random collection of Scientific Americans from 2007 - 2001.
Hubby would adore those, but shipping would probably be ruinous.
Hey, I have the sick. Cass can't have it
It told each and every one of us how much it needed to be with you, Cass. How could we refuse?I love, love, love and adore it!
And shall take some pictures as well.
beth, you *want* the sick? Because I am all for getting rid of it. My lungs are a little attached to it but what do they know?
No one should have the sick.
I'm not sure want is the right word. But I only have one thing to do this weekend. Listen to Joe Qurik speak about his book Sperm are from men, Eggs are from women.
Our neighborhood sort of formed a spontaneous book group around this book. As long as I have no fever- I'll be there.
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There are three fledgling birds on the ledge outside the theatre. Two look like tiny adult birds, the other is smaller and fuzzier and seems a lot less ready to face the world. I want to cuddle them but they cower away from anybody except for (apparantly) Karen who just told me she has become emotionally attached to the one who let her pet it.