sleep has been achieved. the whole house is in mac's bed (different than the whole world being my hat (bon bon shout out)), mac asleep, Sylvester fast approaching sleep, Oz staring at me wondering why I am spending so much time in the "not our bed" bed, me on laptop. too much for a twin bed really.
Natter 61*
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.
Aisling
I've heard "Ash-leeng" with the g being practically silent.
There's 16 months between my oldest sister and my brother, and a little under 13 months between my brother and my second sister. For some reason, there was a seven year gap between my sister and me.
Today was a discouraging day at work, so I came home and ate too much.
Sophia, I would definitely call or write a letter.
I wish we could see you tomorrow! Because you have pizza!!
User! Except, not. If I were letting people into my pit of an apartment I'd happily have you over. As it is, I'm in that mid stage of knowing people shouldn't see it, but not being driven to fix the mess. Keeping the bathroom and kitchen clean is about all I have in me.
Noah! Shoes! How cute.
ita has reminded me that I need to make that pizza again. Mmmmm, pizza.
Hey, I just discovered there's a Canadian version of Cash Cab. It's in Toronto.
Ha - that didn't take long.
I hate squirting Devi. I know it is the most effective way to snap her out of psycho-bitch-stalker-mode, but it still sucks. Man, I hope this improves faster.
It will, but the time involved, oy.
My next younger sister and I are less than a year apart,( which I believe is the requirement for being Irish twins). Our birthdays overlap so she and I are the same age for three weeks every year.
I just choked to the point of barfing due to... water.
I'm amazed I survived this long.
Random Matilda Report:
On Monday after work and daycare, she and I met megan walker in the Haight to look at a possible apartment and then give megan a ride home.
Yesterday megan came over to join me in gritting teeth and snarling at the debate over very strong martinis, during which time Matilda slumped into a puddle of contented, trusting tiredness all over her.
Today I went to pick Matilda up, and as soon as we got in the car her face brightened and she said eagerly, "megan? megan?" She was horribly crestfallen to hear that megan was at her own house and we weren't seeing her again.