Offering very sleepy ~ma to your friend, sj. And am sitting here, attaching coffee IV because Jasmine, the Very Silly Lab Puppy kept me up half the night hurling.
Why? Who knows. She's a Lab, she eats everything. She could be protesting the recent arrival of Pisces in the way that only a puppy can, although goodness knows, they play well enough together.
::hugs and gropes on everyone who popped in after I toddled off to bed::
Indeed, Kristin, that dinner was more fun than any six people should be allowed to have in public. Oh, and Jilli, I showed Lewis the picture of Pete in front of the Beholder and told him that we all agreed that it should be a stuffed toy (the Beholder, not Pete). He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. :-)
Hi, Barb!
bt, that's quite a list. Or set of lists.
For creatures that will cheerfully devour the most disgusting, vile substances, they do seem to have remarkably delicate conststutions.
Hey d-- I grew up in North Miami, so basically a stone's throw. I'll be heading down there tomorrow, as a matter of fact and may be hitting some of the bars by Friday night, in desperate need of "medicinal help."
For those of you who know, my mother finally 'fessed up that she's seeing my dad again. For those of you who don't know that saga, they've been divorced for thirty years and the nicest thing she's said about him in that time is "that miserable sonuvabitch." Now they're seeing each other, in their dotage.
So now that she's 'fessed up, you can guess what came next, right?
~ma for T.
Also, non-moping~ma for Toto.
~ma for T, coping~ma & surgery~ma for the dog Brenda, and no-mopies for Toto.
Hi Barb!
I'm releasing some long-held nonspecific~ma. I'd been asked by a friend to suggest some articles for her newspaper's travel section, but I haven't heard anything back from the section editors. boo.
On the other hand, Jessica's latest TWC post is so good, I don't really care about stinkin' newspapers.
So now that she's 'fessed up, you can guess what came next, right?
I'm not sure I want to know. ::winces::
Lucy used to throw up on a daily basis. And Puck, when he was still with us. Long-haired cat + hair balls = the gift of vomit. Sometimes pets are worse than babies.
I'm not sure I want to know. ::winces::
Trust me, I didn't want to know either. ::sigh::
But, as I might have expected, it's some variation on "He's gotten so old, m'ija and he's a changed man. Don't you think you'd consider seeing him or at least allowing the children to see him? Just once?"
For over an hour on the phone.
::sighs again::
That's low, y'know. Because seriously, she knows I'm not going to put my kids into that situation without my being there. And she's not going to stop yammering about it until I do something. And since orange jumpsuits with sideseam pockets are so not a good look for me, I'll probably cave and let it happen once. Feh.
