And don't forget Hawthorne's pages and pages of prison descriptions.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
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.
Famous skulls stolen from their graves: Mozart, Haydn, Descartes...
I thought Mozart was buried in a pauper's grave. How'd they find his body?
Liv and Owen had a fight with some soap this morning and Olivia lost. There was some crying and yelling (on everyone's parts). Liv's eyes are still puffy and red from the soap that got in them. I've flushed them out several times but her eyes still resemble Jim Breuer's.
If I have another morning like this, I'm going to start drinking as soon as I get out of bed.
Birthday Happies Nora!
If I have another morning like this, I'm going to start drinking as soon as I get out of bed.
It it wasn't for the fact that Child Services tends to frown upon such practices, I'd suggest feeding them the alcohol. Rumor has it that it quiets 'em down right quick.
(Says the woman whose mother allegedly once put a tot of brandy in her milk when she was about two and having a tantrum.)
Oh, boo, Cash. If it helps at all, I am about to go to the post office to mail your comic. Finally. Last week kinda sorta got away from me.
Liv's eyes are still puffy and red from the soap that got in them.
Poor Liv.
Liv's feeling better with a piece of chocolate and we're chilling on the sofa. The sun's coming out so we may go to the park before Owen comes home from school.
I'll check the mail, Jen! Thanks!
Boss just left for a week long business trip. Yeehaw
Boss just left for a week long business trip. Yeehaw
Soap fights for everybody!
We're finally getting a lot of the problems that have been plaguing us identified and solved.
The coworker who abandoned me to this hell returns tomorrow.
Me, bitter?