God, Plei, you have an incredibly beautiful child.
I got my flu shot today. My arm is sore like nobody's business.
Noah is asleep on the couch looking like the Mr. Adorablepants that he is. He doesn't know it, but his Grandmother is coming for Christmas! So exciting!
I'm watching this weeks GA and its pissing me off. The baby?
if she is ready to be discharged, she wouldn't be in an isolette. Isolettes are for babies who either can't maintain their body temp or body moisture.
In other words, babies that are too sick
to be discharged. If she was dischargable she wouldn't even be on an open warmer. She'd be in a plastic basinette or a regular crib.
Makes me crab and grump.
Which is my longwinded way of saying, wow, I get hung up on stupid details.
Oh, my word, Plei, your kid slays me [link]
It's only ten here and I'm about to do a faceplant onto the keyboard. I either have to get a second wind or just pack it in and go to bed. So very unexciting.
Um, Sue, don't you have a new job on Tuesday?
Well the snow probably won't last past tomorrow. My god, it better not!
Lily is a beautiful child and so camera-happy, thank goodness!
wow, I get hung up on stupid details.
Sound in space, Kat, sound in space.
yes. I know. Everyone has the things they get hung up on.
Well the snow probably won't last past tomorrow.
Oh, phew. I was afraid this was the beginning of
Canadian Winter.
Kat, you don't want to know how much time I spend thinking about the financial situations of the characters on How I Met Your Mother.
Kat, I've lost touch of how many Regency romances I've flung at the wall for botching the dates of the Peninsular War, putting rifles in the hands of soldiers who would've carried muskets, calling Wellington Wellington before he was granted that title, etc.
eta: That was rueful agreement.
It's just funny to me how, depending on your field of experience, there are so many buttons. Given all that's available on google or whatever, just about everyone still gets basics horribly wrong, and not even in the pursuit of the narrative. Just...they don't think to ask, I guess.
And to add to that, what prompted my "sound in space" lament was that I recently saw a NASA produced video on the latest rocket. And they had sound in space. Everyone in the room started muttering.
I just read a book written by someone who lives in NYC, which was absolutely ridiculous wrt the city, and I don't understand it. It was stuff that had no real impact on the story, other than throwing me out of it.
