Hey, you! Just today I mentioned you and Sonnet 130, and could find no Internet references at all for what I vaguely remembered you saying, and here you are!
...that didn't make any sense at all, did it? I need to go to bed.
'Selfless'
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Hey, you! Just today I mentioned you and Sonnet 130, and could find no Internet references at all for what I vaguely remembered you saying, and here you are!
...that didn't make any sense at all, did it? I need to go to bed.
Crap. I HAVE to go to bed, because my head's kind of throbbing (not painfully, just... pulsingly) and there are no subs left and I have to check season passes at the BIG HOMECOMING GAME tomorrow Jesus Christ when did I move to Mayberry so I must be able to go to school but
Sean, best of wishes to you and your mother.
Jen, dude, we must coincide at some point! I'll try to maybe email. Nigth! I'd correct it, but I kind of dig a mistyping you can pronounce.
I've got another Annabel and books story: yesterday she was looking at a book in the car on the way home from daycare. She asked if it was a library book and I said no, we owned it. She asked if I was going to the library, and I said, not today, but tomorrow. Normally I do my weekly library runs on the way to pick her up--I just run in, drop off what I've finished, and grab my holds. But I asked her if she wanted to come with me, and she said yes. I told her she had to stay close to me and not run away, and she said, "I can't run away in the library. I hold your hand."
So I took her with me after I picked her up from daycare, and we went up to the help desk and asked the librarian to help us pick out good books for 3-year-olds. We have a Monsters Inc. book (Annabel's selection) and a book about a hedgehog in space and one about a late-blooming tiger that the librarian suggested. On the relatively short drive home she asked for them one after another, demanding I change them at stop lights. I explained that we had to be really careful with the books because they're for all of Seattle to share, and asked if she wanted to come back next week to trade them for more books, and she said yes.
Aww, that is such an awesome story. Plus I bet librarians live for that - introducing the library experience to a new generation....
shakes fist at meara-stealin' west coastYou're on my lure list as well, amych.
one about a late-blooming tiger that the librarian suggested.
Leo the Late Bloomer? I think it's pretty charming.
One of our family friends gave me a copy of Winnie-the-Pooh that my mom gave to her when she had kids. It has a note from my mom in it. I've been trying for ages to read it to the kids, but they weren't interested in it. Until yesterday. Last night I read to them from it and Franny fell in love with Piglet, so I let her sleep with my old Piglet doll last night. They wanted to read it again this morning.
Class again tonight.
My lats really hurt now. They're likely to seize up tonight while I foolisly lie still for seven hours.
My abs are still sore. They will too.
HOW AM I GOING TO BREATHE?!?!?!?
Leo the Late Bloomer?
Yep. I haven't had a chance to read it myself yet, but I figure I'll do it for her bedtime story tonight.
Susan, it's really the illustrations that make is such a cute book. Like the mommy tiger? So in love with her little late bloomer.
Tons of be-well~ma to Sean's mom and sanity ~ma to Sean. You've spent enough time in hospitals for this lifetime. No more, please.
Congrats Cash & family! Sanity and moving~ma to you!
Welcome to the left coast, meara! Can't wait to visit you in your new home!
I had a Vortex tonight, AIWFG. We had tapas.