I decided Hec is wrong, though. I'm not in hell. I'm just being nibbled to death by ducks.
Really fucking big ducks.
Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Sean K - Sep 08, 2008 2:21:03 pm PDT #4867 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
sj - Sep 08, 2008 2:32:50 pm PDT #4868 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
(((GC))) You're so not an ass, and you very much deserve a relaxing vacation. Also, Barb is wise.
(((Sean)))
Calli - Sep 08, 2008 2:45:49 pm PDT #4869 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, GC. Sometimes family has trouble being, well, family.
Laura - Sep 08, 2008 2:55:49 pm PDT #4870 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Yep, Ike is falling apart and hopefully will not be able to get it together again before it lands in Texas somewhere. Nothing in the Atlantic following it either. Sounds like the perfect time to honeymoon in the Keys. Well, except for the wicked hot and humid thing, so you will have to spend more time in air conditioned spaces.
{{all of ya}}
Jessica - Sep 08, 2008 3:00:04 pm PDT #4871 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
ZOMGWTFPARENTING. Dylan threw the mother of all tantrums at the playground this afternoon* and then repeated the act in the backyard an hour later**. Now I can hear him throwing things out of his crib and saying "uh-oh!" instead of sleeping. I predict that in about 5 minutes he's going to start yelling because all his stuffed animals are on the floor.
*I wouldn't let him hold his Sigg on the swing because I'm not a fan of chipped teeth and bloody lips.
**I wouldn't let him play ball on the concrete patio with an empty glass baby food jar (our neighbor's 9-month old was having dinner out there) because I'm not a fan of cleaning broken glass out of kneecaps. Also, I'm mean and horrible and hate fun.
I decided Hec is wrong, though. I'm not in hell. I'm just being nibbled to death by ducks.
It's a shame, really. If you were in hell with the ducks, you could roast them over one of the open firepits and have a delicious home-cooked meal.
Steph L. - Sep 08, 2008 3:01:23 pm PDT #4872 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
It's a shame, really. If you were in hell with the ducks, you could roast them over one of the open firepits and have a delicious home-cooked meal.
That is the tastiest version of glass-half-full I've ever seen. Well done!
Jessica - Sep 08, 2008 3:09:07 pm PDT #4873 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I was this close to a "when life hands you ducks, make confit" platitude, but I resisted. Almost.
(Between the ducks in here and the pie in Natter, the board is making me hungry. I should go heat up my dinner.)
Calli - Sep 08, 2008 3:25:12 pm PDT #4874 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Mmmmmmm, roast duck. I had duck for the first time when I was in New Orleans last spring, which was a really good introduction to the dish.
vw bug - Sep 08, 2008 3:28:49 pm PDT #4875 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Ok. I know this is going to seem silly, but it's 8:30 p.m. on a school/work night, and I'm not ready to fall over. Ok, almost, but still. Last week I was crying for two hours by this point. Maybe the taper will stabilize and work. I'm SO relieved.
Calli - Sep 08, 2008 3:31:37 pm PDT #4876 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Maybe the taper will stabilize and work.
I hope so. I'm glad things are looking better for you.