They do, but it's only been the past few months that I can leave them on their own for 15 minutes to 1/2 hour at a time. Before that some catastrophe would always bring me in to check on them every few minutes.
Heh. One of my earliest memories of my little sister (so, I would've been just turned four, and she a baby) was her being on a blanket in the living room, and for some reason, I reaaaaaaly wanted to jump over her. Dunno why. But I really really really did. And I knew it would not be permitted. So I ASKED if I could. My mom was in the other room, and was like "Uh, hell no?" And I was like "PLEASE????" And mom had to come into the room and be like "What on EARTH???" And I kept pushing it like, "Can I just STEP over her??"
I have no idea what compelled me. (The power of CHRIST perhaps?)
Lookit pretty homemade pita bread: [link]
I have no idea what compelled me. (The power of CHRIST perhaps?)
We weren't allowed to because you weren't allowed to do that to people who were still growing.
A nation without leapfrog.
Is it too late to ask what people are doing this weekend?
Timelies all!
Washington Folk Festival is this weekend. Hope the weather's nice.
I'm probably having dinner with a friend tonight, library and a movie tomorrow, laundry Sunday. Also getting over this fucking cold, ideally. If it wasn't so close and I didn't have to eat anyway, I'd totally bail on dinner. Ugh.
I'm going to see Sex in the City. Nothing else if I can help it.
Dammit, you guys went and answered already. Fine.
Tomorrow is lunch with Kat. Sunday is CPR certification. And, in theory I should be leaving work soon to pick up my toradol prescription and then taking it and hitting the sack in order to take the wind out of the sails of this particular migraine, recommends my doctor. Who's
finally
called me back, after me leaving messages for three days.
Attending a graduation tonight, possibly BEA tomorrow day, dinner with friends tomorrow night, and homework Sunday.
