Mal ,'War Stories'
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Poor Emmett. I would say that's a hard one to learn, but I don't remember how (if) I ever found out Santa wasn't "real". Then again, I live in a perpetual state of denial, so maybe I'm still blocking it.
Example?
I refuse to believe that Emeline is THREE YEARS OLD TODAY!!
Three years ago RIGHT NOW, I was dialated 9 cm, 80% effaced, in the middle of active labor with my pitocin, epidural, and demerol.
I was also fast asleep and felt none of it.
(which, because I grew up in PA, I can't help calling the smACME)Bwahaha!
Happy Birthday, Emeline! And Happy Not In Labor anymore Day to Aimee!
Happy birthday, beautiful Emeline!
Happy Demerolversary, Aimée!
Oh, JZ, what a tough situation. But, I'm just going to point to what everyone else said above.
I am having such a hard time waking up this morning. It may be related to what a difficult time I had going to sleep. It's so unusual for me. But, I have to get going, because I have to go to church in a bit to have me session with the peace-making group. Which, actually, I'm less than thrilled about. But, it's important, so...
Oh! How could I forget?
Happy Birthday, Emeline!
Emeline is three!?! That doesn't seem possible. Happy Birthday, Emeline!
Poor, Emmett. I hung onto my belief in Santa for a long time. I didn't want to give up my belief in magic.
Happy Birthday, Princess Emeline!
Ooof, poor Emmett. That is just so rough.
"It was just nice believing that there was somebody as good as Santa in the world. It was just nice to believe that."
Oof. Again.
Happy Emeline Day, everyone!
Happy Emeline Day!
Despite my grousing and ongoing work drama, I am incredibly proud of where I work today. They're announcing a new Head of School. He is a great fit, and although the place has some extremely odd approaches to things, they are this morning welcoming him, his partner, and their son in a very classy way for a school.
oh, and they didn't pick the guy from the World Bank. that too is a huge relief.
That's cool, Sox!
I dreamt I had to serve work release in jail for some minor infraction last night. Weird.
I can't get to b.org on my phone, can't read text messages and am very bothered by it. I have to take it in and talk to the guy in the store and see what's up.
I bought a long-sleeved, white t-shirt with a silver-studded skull & crossbones on it and I want very much to wear it to DH's company Christmas party on Saturday. But I will defer to the more conventional, cream-colored, cable-knit turtle neck with dress pants. *sigh* When did I become such a fucking wuss?