Matilda and I are watching Charlie Brown Christmas.
She keeps muttering, "Charlie sad. Charlie sad."
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Matilda and I are watching Charlie Brown Christmas.
She keeps muttering, "Charlie sad. Charlie sad."
So true.
She totally gets the Peanuts.
How does she feel about Snoopy?
Hil, yay for the grading, not-so-yay for the sore shoulder.
Ginger, yeah, I'm not down on myself for not going. I weighed the level of pleasure I would get from the music (brass band, so enjoyable but it's not like it's a Baroque chamber ensemble) against the level of discomfort from setting foot out into the weather, and decided I would get more pleasure out of staying in the warm and consoling myself with some hot fic.
I'll be out this evening, Nora, but I'll be in tomorrow.
Thank you Ginger! Wow, it's been a while. These case studies are killing me- a totally different way of thinking/writing. I'll send it over tonight, see what you can make of it tomorrow.
Stupid Motrin is doing nothing. I need Flexeril, I know, but I don't have any -- haven't needed it in a while. I think my plans for this evening have changed from "do laundry, clean kitchen" to "lie on couch and whimper."
oh crud. I think I'm developing a crush on a straight boy at work.
Does the boy know how lucky he is yet?
Hil, hope your couch does for you like my comfy chair did for me.
Pix, how goes it over there? I'm skeered for y'all with the rash of break ins. Hopefully Zoe will keep evil away from your place.
He is a minion. No fraternizing allowed. And I've never ever broken the rules regarding workplaces romances. Not me. No way. No sir. Never ever.
How does she feel about Snoopy?
She loves him.
"Where's the dog? Where's Soopy?" (as she calls him)
I'm having pasta with butter for dinner again because it seems like the only thing that doesn't aggravate my still sensitive stomach.