(The computer room is a smallish bedroom right off the bathroom so I'm only about 6 feet away from her for those moms (and dads) that involuntarily gasped at the thought of not being on the child whilst in the tub.)
No gasping here. Our bathroom is kinda centrally located upstairs, so I leave the door open and kind of putter around in the bedroom or laundry room. As long as I hear quiet splashing and playing, I know all is well.
Watching Return of the Jedi on cable.
Probably the Special Edition.
Unfortunately, they didn't CGI more Ewoks getting roasted by superior energy projection weaponry while attacking far more technologically advanced armored troops with rocks and sticks.
So..."Special Edition" my shiny white ass.
I have a distance cousin who's not really quite "right." I saw him this past weekend and he showed me a set of Star Wars actions figures that they had cleaned out of unpaid storage units they own. Most of them were Han Solo. I should have picked a few up but I couldn't part with the money. He also had a stuffed Wicket. I should have bought that so I could hang it from a noose in the back window of our van.
He also had a stuffed Wicket. I should have bought that so I could hang it from a noose in the back window of our van.
Oh, that'd be sweet. I'd burn it a little, too, and add a sign that says: "Seriously? A catapult?"
I'm going up to finish my Harry Potter book. I wish I could yell like Aimee, "Hey Miracleman, bring me a snickers!"
Well, you're only down in Ohio, right?
Be there in a couple hours.
Potatoes + fake cheese sauce = yum.
We are all out of Snickers. Boo!
But my dad bought us ice cream. Yay!!
Where is "That Bitch Said What?"???? I been paitient!!
Hey babe - did my dad go to bed?
Hil, I bookmarked that site. I'm not vegan in the slightest, but I am intrigued by some of the recipes.
Cashmere, I'm sorry your BIL has a collapsed lung, but I'm glad the prognosis is a bit positive. Much Xanax! calm~ma to your family.
I had a very busy day with a little scheduling angst thrown in. Yippee! Also, still didn't manage to get not mugshot looking passport photo. In the words of Charlie Brown, and sometimes my dad, Good Grief.