Oh Nilly, I'm sorry you're working into the wee hours of the night.
Ugh. I just got some bad news. What was that catch phrase again? Oh yeah, Fuck Cancer. Ugh.
(Just to clarify, I'm fine, but someone important to me just got a bad report back from the doctor.)
Nilly! It's so cool to post with you!
msbelle, grilled cheese & tomato soup.
Oh, Burrell. I'm so sorry.
So sorry Burrell.
Juliana! Brilliant! But I think I will skip the soup and get sliced tomatos on the sandwich.
I think I will skip the soup and get sliced tomatos on the sandwich.
This is actually what I would do, as I dislike tomato soup as a rule.
Also, I'd totally move in and work on your place, except for that whole "wrong coast" thing.
Oh, Burrell, I'm so sorry. I hope things will turn out as treatable as possible, as peacefully and easily as possible.
What I could really use is some friend or relative wanting a break from a day job and be interested in staying with us rent free in exchange for doing work in and on the place.
Actually, that's quite tempting. Oh, wait - this stupid ocean pops between us again. Sigh.
juliana! Here's another exclamation point: !
[Edit: And !! for Perkins, too.]
I'm sorry Burrell.
Nilly, you need to get to bed!
Hippos Like to Lick Crocs
Video proof!
(No, scientists don't know why.)
Well if either of you want a semi-working vacation let me know. For reals.
I painted my nails while the waiting room I'm in was otherwise empty. Kinda hateful. I can't smell it anymore - hopefully no one else can either.
thanks. I think I better go see if I can rouse my nappers or I'll have kids up to the wee hours tonight.