Awesome, made it just under the wire for Steph's birthday:

Happy, Happy Birthday, Steph!!!!

I know, "!" is supposed to be one or none (that's what I got from Sean's comic earlier).

I have much ~ma for so many of the rest of you, but no meara (either literal or metaphorical).

(Cheated a bit, hit "post" to make sure I got B-day wishes in on the 23rd)

Only just getting around to catching up around here, as I have had a long day of housework, homework, then B-day movie (Fantastic 4) and dinner (Applebee's). Many lovely gifts (plus a tiara-worthy occasion), including an absolutely amazing scrapbook my best friend did of our history together - the memories, they come flooding back! But the gift that few in my life can properly appreciate - one of my girlfriends had her "geek" fiance do the shopping for me and I received, in addition to 4 "episodes" of Buffy Season 8, my very own stake! It's so cool!

Vampires of the world, beware!

Apparently not.

That's a *lot* of gardening. I hope sleep helps with the sore. I bet it's purty outside now.

Cass, it has changed it from a wild meadow to a real garden.

We filled 6 yard waste bins. Twice.

Last week we attacked it with a brush mower. This week, raking, weeding and a regular mower.

Me & Paul recovered by meeting on Xbox Live and fragging each other. Practically a time-honored tradition. Also, ND got explodinated everywhere. Also a tradition.

We filled 6 yard waste bins. Twice.

That's just...dang.

Me & Paul recovered by meeting on Xbox Live and fragging each other. Practically a time-honored tradition. Also, ND got explodinated everywhere. Also, a tradition.

Right up there with Mom & Apple Pie.

That's just...dang.

A reasonable assessement, but my own included more expletives.

A real garden? Was it a Velveteen Garden before? I am certain it is beautiful because it was quite pretty in the meadow stage.

Me & Paul recovered by meeting on Xbox Live and fragging each other. Practically a time-honored tradition. Also, ND got explodinated everywhere. Also a tradition.

Apparently not.

Sorry! Stayed up and did the time-honored drunk-roaming-around-the-internets thing.

*frowny face*

But that's not immediately amusing to us.

It is that time of year when scads of Buffistae were born. JZ and Deb (and Nic) and Me are all next week.

Four of my grandparents eight children were born in June. We've theorized that when the older kids went back to school my Grampa would sneak home for nooners.

Good morning, all. I finally heard back from Mom. Glen is in huge amounts of pain, but is in no immediate danger, although infection is still a worry. Apparently, his intenstines have shut down. I don't know how on earth this translates into "no immediate danger," but she's the person with the nursing degree and the ability to make grown doctors cry. Anyhow, the pain has been bad enough that he cannot sleep. At all.