ftr bkgrnd is poorish farming American with English/Irish heritage.
That's my Mom's side of the family.
Well, Emmett's recovering from his earache that's kept him out of school all week. (Lesson Learned: Don't dunk your head underwater in your friend's hot tub.)
And I've got an ick that can't decide whether to level me or just go away.
JZ is wrapped up in her MSCL box set (Halloween ep), Matilda is entertaining herself by stomping around and up and down the hall in her Squeaky Shoes. (It sounds like a stampede of squeak toys.) And Emmett's face first into his Nintendo DS (Mario Party).
But I have the interpipes, vodka and grapefruit juice and...okay, that's it.
Forgot to note: I am
shocked
and appalled at the notion of Jilli in a hoodie.
But now that Ple has clarified that Jillie is covered in Emo frosting I understand.
I blame shrift and her picspams.
Dude, Jilli was covered in Gerard Way buttercream long before shrift started in on the conversion process.
Who do you think dragged my white ass into this shit?
Hooray for house, tiggy! That looks pretty fantastic. Master bath! Shed! Yay!
When I make my bed I am pretty thorough, folding the top sheet over the blanket so it's displayed below the pillows, and arranging the bedspread and quilt and comforter on top of that so some of each is visible. I don't know how often I do that, less than half the time at a guess. It's nice to have the cover everything with the comforter option, but sometimes I just leave it all completely rumpled, which leads to the layers of warm things migrating off of my side of the bed somehow.
Gerard Way buttercream
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Also, EW!
I suspect I'm going to get one perfect brow raised at that way of putting it...
Tiggy, the house looks awesome. Fingers crossed for smooth closings!
I dig your kitchen cabinets, tiggy. Purty.
Who do you think dragged my white ass into this shit?
You! You ebil woman. I blissfully knew nothing about these boys before y'all indoctrinated me.
The Tijuana Estuary has a "legless lizard" and nothing will ever convince me it's just not a snake in lizard's clothing.
Wouldn't that be a lizard in snake's clothing?
Mice make me squeal. Rats make me shreik. Wee lizards make me go "awwwww"
Don't ask me how my brain differentiates that quickly. I should take those flickery tests and become a spy or something.
