Kat, that sounds like a great good thing for all of you. About damn time the entire universe stopped dogpiling you.
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
JZ - Sep 20, 2007 2:45:13 pm PDT #1939 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Atropa - Sep 20, 2007 2:46:41 pm PDT #1940 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Kat, that's great news.
juliana - Sep 20, 2007 2:51:02 pm PDT #1941 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Kat, what wonderful news!
sarameg - Sep 20, 2007 3:17:25 pm PDT #1942 of 10001
Kat, that's WONDERFUL! So relieved.
In a funny turn of events, T's (neighbor girl) dad was telling me last night about some science thing a teacher got her signed up for. He didn't really get the details across well, and I didn't think more than "good for her."
Turns out? It's an event my work is putting on tomorrow night. And my very pregnant friend is giving a talk. I'm insisting T go introduce herself. I may hang around work late for the start of it, but I can't stay because of the cat.
Anyway, it's neat. I had fun explaining light years and black holes to her. I sent her home with old Hubble calendars and one of Nat'l Geo's issue on it.
Cashmere - Sep 20, 2007 3:24:32 pm PDT #1943 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Kat, that is great news!
Alibelle - Sep 20, 2007 3:25:36 pm PDT #1944 of 10001
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Yay, Kat! That's awesome.
I have a little thing for Alexander Hamilton. Also, when I was little (like 7) I had a crush on Eisenhauer based on the coin. My mother still makes fun of me.
Sophia totally has a crush on my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather!
My head hurts. I'm really trying to motivate myself to go take all my recycling in, and that will totally give me money to buy Excedrin. Except that I just want to lay here and sleep (which I can't do because I have to go to class soon, and honestly, I should have changed and put makeup on already.)
Cashmere - Sep 20, 2007 3:33:47 pm PDT #1945 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Alibelle, I just took some Excedrin. The Migraine formula just kicked my headache's ass. I love that stuff. Wish I could teleport you some.
My kids smell like stinky cheese and need a bath. I think I'm going to give them one in the morning since it's about five minutes till bedtime.
I would kill someone for chocolate right now.
t /non sequiturs
Jesse - Sep 20, 2007 3:36:49 pm PDT #1946 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Y'all know the migraine formula is the same as the regular formula, right? So don't be scared off by the "wrong" packaging!
§ ita § - Sep 20, 2007 3:37:37 pm PDT #1947 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Kat! A weight off, I'm sure. Good to hear it.
I ran away from work, but finally some people took my "no, but really, we have to have a cutoff" seriously and rang my Blackberry. It rings so rarely I didn't think twice about answering it. I'm not very good at this.
Kat - Sep 20, 2007 3:37:54 pm PDT #1948 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Alibelle, it's so nice to see you again here. Even though you are close and I could face space see you, I neer seem too.
This is the place and while it's not exactly what I had envisioned months ago when I thought about childcare, it's run by an incredibly warm and loving British woman.
My kids smell like stinky cheese and need a bath
K was just complaining about something smelling and I took Noah out of her arms and said, "it's our son." I thought he had spilled milk on himself, but no, he had just created the stinkiest diaper on the planet. Conveniently, I was on my way to bathing him. So he's bathed and ready to go overnight with Lori. Except I have to get his meds ready.
Sigh.