Jayne ,'War Stories'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
For her first day of school today, she wore a white skirt with a kind of flamenco cut, ruffles from the knee in front swooping down to ankle in back and a white empire cut blouse with angled lace sleeves that ended in a point, scattered with rhinestones. Her shoes? Black mary janes.
AAAAAAWWWWWWW! Tell her that her long-distance fairy gothmother approves muchly.
I heart Kara so much. Aidan is starting kindergarten?!? How is thar possible. Take pictures of them in their school outfits.
Oh! Pictures! And of course I look over to where the camera's supposed to be and it's gone.
Heh. I blamed the kids and Greg says he borrowed it. Should have known.
eta: I will definitely tell Kara you approve, Jilli. That will make her day. She prompted her teacher for a compliment, though of course her dad had to tell me that part. In her rendition it was completely unsolicited.
Aw, crud, tiggy. I got nothing but sympathy and ~ma for you, but I give it wholeheartedly.
Aidan is starting kindergarten?!? How is thar possible.
It isn't. No more than Matilda talking. Buffista parents have either cadged Borg maturation chambers, or they have gone a-time-travelling, coming back with surprisingly grown-up children where they used to have babies.
Also, Kara is wondermous.
Health-ma to you, tiggy. You're going to see a doctor soon, yes?
Kara, you are awesome. As is your family.
I just caught Kara sitting on the toilet reading a magazine. It's 11:00. Oy. Tomorrow morning is going to make her cranky.
And now that I've shooed her back to bed for the third time, I'm heading there myself.
G'night lovelies!
The kids growing thing is craxy. K-Bug is on day two of COLLEGE, living in the dorms, states away from me. A minute ago she was running into day care with her hands in her pockets and falling on her face.
Clubs could sell rocks and such for fund raisers.
I could go broke buying rocks.
Aidan is starting kindergarten?!? How is thar possible.
It isn't. No more than Matilda talking. Buffista parents have either cadged Borg maturation chambers, or they have gone a-time-travelling, coming back with surprisingly grown-up children where they used to have babies.
Seriously.
I need to get to bed. I've stayed up watching the convention all week, and I could use some sleep. Yet, here I am. Online and watching MSNBC.
I just caught Kara sitting on the toilet reading a magazine. It's 11:00.
A child after my own heart. I used to read by the night light.
If I leaned over the edge of the bed, and stretched my arms veeery far, I could get my book in a sliver of light from the hall. I read quite a bit that way, and I am sure it was good for my arms, too.