Willow ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Children's television is weirding me the fuck out.
Just now, checking my e-mail and not really paying attention, I had this statement punch through to my consciousness:
"Hey...you're really great at squeezing like an anaconda!"
Now Emeline is saying "Daddy, me want go TV."
To which I said "Hell, no, not until you're eighteen."
I would totally come over and pick it up for you, but I've got so much to do today.
Well, my craven desires may win out yet.
So it turns out that the real problem with S being out of town isn't that I had to get to the airport at nothing-o'clock yesterday morning. It's that he's still out there in the part of the world that does not contain me! For a week! Wah!
I feel your pain.
How is it fair that I don't have buffistas down here? I want do do late afternoon patio lunch with you guys.
So it turns out that the real problem with S being out of town isn't that I had to get to the airport at nothing-o'clock yesterday morning. It's that he's still out there in the part of the world that does not contain me! For a week! Wah!
Oh, yeah. I know this one well. I'm sorry, DJ and amy! I'm always a bit off and sad when Tom's out of town. (Happily, this does not happen with any frequency anymore but it was a kind of regular thing for a while)
When my DH is out of town, I often end up just sleeping on the couch because our bed feels wrong without him there.
Dad update: I just called him. He's very disappointed because yesterday they took a biopsy of his cervical bones and the process wasn't much fun for him, and the results came in this morning as being normal neck cells. So they have to redo the process, and he has to wait until next Thursday to redo it.
They still don't know what he's got, although they know there's something not right. But all his markers (I'm assuming white blood cell count and stuff) are normal so they're really baffled. If they don't get abnormal cells with the next procedure they'll actually have to cut him open to get a sample.
Otherwise he seems to be in pretty good spirits.
Many years ago, as I was leaving on a trip, Hubby solemnly asked for a pen and a piece of paper, which I gave to him. He scribbled for a bit, returned the pen, folded up the piece of paper, and carefully tucked it into my jacket pocket. I pulled it out to read it.
"This is Connie Neil. If found, return to (full address and phone number). Reward."
I've still got it tucked in my wallet.
I'm creating the Life History Form that I'll be filling out with each of my grandparents' on the first day of interviewing next week. I'm trying to think of what pieces of information need to be included on this form.
This is what I have so far: Name, date of birth, place of birth, parents names/date and place of birth, spouses' full names/date of marriage, children's names/date and place of birth, places they've lived/approximate dates, careers/approximate dates, high school/date of graduation, and college/date of graduation and in what field.
What other information should I include on this form?
Aims!
You forgot your cell phone again, ya dope!