He's even from this area, but alas, George Clooney is NOT a friend of Teppy.
My grandparents know his parents a little. And yet somehow we have never been introduced. The life, she is so unfair...
Kat, Happy Tushies has a TON of sushi fabrics for cloth diapers & cloth diapering accessories. (I covet the Wonderbag, and someday soon will get off my lazy ass and order one.)
Now is as good a time to wish timelies as any other.
Posting from the ER on as bad a migraine day as I can properly remember.
Pouts all round.
Will someone please kill my pain?
Die, migraine, DIE!
Blech, ita. Hope you find relief soon.
This migraine is not just painful. It's also inconvenient. Which sounds trite or weird, but it's true. And not much better than when I came in 6 or so hours ago. This is enough pain for me to come in for, still. I mean, my ride went home to sleep.
Oh, ita.
rips out ita's brain
permorms migraine-ectomy
puts ita's brain back in her haid
gives ita a cookie
Raisin oatmeal? Pretty please?
Mr Best Nurse got into a scrap with a patient and is being examined right now, so no meds for me for a little bit.
Raisin oatmeal it is.
I have a radio interview in five minutes, Fort Lauderdale.
TOO EARLY.
Then another at 7, I think. Then a 1:30, a 2:00, and an 8pm.
Ooh, someone's in demand.
My nurse now has his leg in a brace. Seems something was dislocated in the dustup.
Want pain meds now, and want my own bed. Can't see how I'll be getting to work today.
I'm terrible at this. I feel bad for those who have to interview me.
My interviewers this morning asked if my name is a pen name. That happens surprisingly often.
Well, paperdol isn't exactly conventional nomenclature.
And knowing how tongue-tied and pith-lacking you get, I can only imagine how dry those interviews must be.
I wish they'd woken me for the fight, or that my ride had still been here. I'm in precisely the mood to share pain, or at least to watch someone annoying suffer.