Poor Emmett! Hope the little guy feels better soon.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Poor Emmett! Hope the little guy feels better soon.
He'll be okay. I think he evacuated everything. He's got another tournament this weekend so it's not like there'll be a long wait between games.
Then since the Cubs won, we go to Tournament of Champions. We'll see how many kids we have available for that after everybody scattters on vacation. One of our kids had his bag packed at the game and was gong directly to the airport for San Diego. Another was flying out to Mexico in the morning.
SF city workers volunteer to serve as deputy county clerks to help with the marrying of all those same-sex types.
Emmett and JZ went to City Hall during the big Valentine's Day wedding of yore and handed out coffee. It's nice that he got to play a little part in an historical moment.
Scrappy, that is a wonderful dress.
My Sister is home for the weekend. YAY!
Yay, Shir!
In good news, I slept almost all the way to my alarm this morning! My body tried to wake up a few times, but I resisted! I feel better already. Also, at the end of the day yesterday, I randomly ordered some shoes off Zappos, and they're supposed to arrive today! That's so crazy. Literally less than 24 hours.
Yay Shir!
I have a hivemind question for the English Lit people among us:
Do the lines:
why would he give me such wit without a conscience equipped?
mean anything to you? It is a line from a Faqll Out Boy Song, but it reminds me of something-- like a John Donne poem-- or something Elizabethan-- or Shakespeare.
like a John Donne poem-- or something Elizabethan-- or Shakespeare.
or Milton... something said in Pandemonium... ::wanders off to check::
I like the sample marriage application: [link]
That's awesome!
I bet those are the kind of people who hover over clean public toilet seats (thus getting them wet and ruining it for normal people).
I unfortunately discovered (when someone didn't lock their stall at work, so I thought it was unoccupied) that some of this may be due to people who are used to squat toilets. No, you don't want to know.
ION, I gave up on the Celtic/Lakers game early on because Gang Green was getting the snot beaten out of them. Boy am I sorry I did. I would have loved to have been at the stadium to watch Jack's smirk slowly disappear and listen as the Matt/Ben/Marky Mark contingent ended up being the only ones cheering. Beat LA!
Beat LA!
Seconding this, not because I follow basketball, but because the DH and I have a Leon Powe connection. (His bff from Oak Tech & Cal, etc., is the son of one of our flying buddies, and he hung around their house a lot. Nice, sweet kid.)