unless Aimee is Empress and I am confused and need more coffee.
Raq - your relatives are just amazin'.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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unless Aimee is Empress and I am confused and need more coffee.
Raq - your relatives are just amazin'.
Sox - I am the Empress and Em is the Princess. It's all very royal. Hee.
::deep curtsey/bow::
I'm stuck on putting Iris & Em in the same room - they'd probably make up a song about dead dinosaurs and then get in a fight about who could and could not sing it. We'd need a lot of tiaras too.
I'm stuck on putting Iris & Em in the same room
The most frightening result would be putting them in the same room and then having it get very, very quiet...
Sox! Hi. I see you watched more Wonderfalls.
My plans for bike riding today have been thwarted. Damn appointments. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Also, I left my cell phone at home. Oops.
d! we've been meaning to than you and Sparky. Unfortunately, we've been busy loving new-to-us already-cancelled tv... (when it was not cancelled, I _think_ we were still in baby-exhaustion land. yeah, that's it.)
yay appointments! tomorrow's going to be purty though.
Sparky - silence would be scary. At first it would be lovely. then it would be scary.
FWIW Raq, Miss Manners has tackled the "hey we're staying at your house!" problem and the very wise bitches nailed her answer of replying with a list of hotels. "We're ever so sorry but we're afraid we just won't be able to put you up but I really love, such and such Inn.
Aimee I got such a pang of guilt over Em's wall art. As far as I know there is still a little yellow crayon horsie on the wall of my old room. No matter how many coats of paint, he always shines through.
So weird- I had a nightmare last night that Mom and Dad were selling the house I grew up in. Um yeah, cause that already happened ten years ago.
he radio was playing Radiohead "I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo" and as it ended the DJ said, "...and, we always send that song out to Ann Coulter."
What station was that? I love it!
Also glad you have coworkers versed in the use of quicklime. And not afraid to suggest it. :)
The most frightening result would be putting them in the same room and then having it get very, very quiet...
Isn't that always the case with small children? When they get quiet, you should get nervous?
The chiropractor cracked my neck. It was freaky but coool.
I can crack my neck now, kinda like the big bruiser does it in the scene where our hero is about to get his ass beat. I can use my hands to get more of a tilt, but I'm not sure which looks better/worse. Grosses me the fuck out, but I do feel better when its done.
I had a nightmare last night that Mom and Dad were selling the house I grew up in. Um yeah, cause that already happened ten years ago.
Anxiety dreams work so much "better" if they keep up with the times.