Buffy ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
You have two moms, megan? Awesome!
Sadly, my Mom having died the year I graduated college, I have no moms to speak of. Sniff.
I meant one of my "Mom" employers since I was a nanny for my first few years of grad school.
I had to deal with lots of hyper type-A New York workaholics. But it taught me the valuable life lesson that, once a baby's immediate needs are met (and barring dropping them on the head) babies are pretty resilient creatures. Whatever parenting style works for you, go for it.
For this colic ridden baby, I'm not sure I or my parents would have made it through my infancy without the fabulous wind-up swing. At least according to my mom. I have no personal recollection. Although I do sort of dread the whole "someday you'll have a child Just Like You" curse.
Sadly for my mother, Lillian was not colicky.
Heck, until 7 months or so, she was even a good sleeper.
My mother felt this was vastly unfair.
However, as my difficult baby status was at least in part due the part where I was a low birthweight baby (I was only allowed to go home when she went home due to her being a nurse--otherwise, they'd have kept me there until I was back up over 5lbs) which was perhaps her own damn fault (she worked her high-stress OR job until the Friday before I was born, and was probably not eating well), I believe my response was something along the lines of "Neener."
Because I'm mature like that.
Oh, sorry, megan. While I'm at it, maybe I can give you a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice all over it
I won't know my work schedule until the week before but if I am free I am very excited about both the Rock Band party and the Museum of Jurassic Technology.
In other news. I have a headache. I consider myself pretty lucky considering how wasted I was last night. I'm afraid to sign back in to OK Cupid.
I consider myself pretty lucky considering how wasted I was last night. I'm afraid to sign back in to OK Cupid.
As long as you didn't post a picture of yourself with a lampshade hat to your profile....
As long as you didn't post a picture of yourself with a lampshade hat to your profile....
I don't think so. I only remember sending a sad little email to a 25 year old with the world's cutest haircut.
I'm sorry you're feeling sick, Laga. I was worried you might be after last night.
Sean,
No worries.
Also, is S okay? You're here in SF aren't you? Do you guys need anything?
I think I didn't really have that much. Sammy came home drunk and that seemed like a good idea so I made myself a big scotch on the rocks and drank it too fast. My headache is lessened since I had a Mountain Dew. And there is that slim possibility that cute haircut girl will write me back and I'll make a new friend. That's worth a headache.
Laga, can you e-mail me your cell phone number? Coordinating my time down there is going to stress me out like whoa. Mostly because I'm going to be inconveniencing people left and right.