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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.
Oh, Julie. That is hard.
And I just came to post that my parents called me to alleviate a possible freakout. Keep in mind I talked to my mom last night, but rain was imminent. So they wanted to follow up. And god knows, I've been calling them pretty much every other night with my panics.
So people can suck. And they can not suck.
I wish all non sucking.
My love for Liese knows no bounds.
Aww, right backatcha.
Yeah, that's miserable, Julie. There's just no good there, and there's not a daggone lot you can do about it.
Also, aww, sarameg's parents.
Ooooh, this just in: the Washington Post has broken the story about the Obamapuppy:
"He's sooooo cute," the source said, referring, let us be clear, to the puppy. "It's very exciting. They had a great meeting."
Timelies all!
Already tired of matzoh, and it's only day 3. Ah, well...
Erm, I was a bit angry last night.
Pops is now spending half his Easter visiting me by visiting some random church. God wins again. Yes, I could have been big and offered to go with him in spite of my beliefs, but Poppy always puts his god before me and family, so I'm not much with the bigness.
When did holidays turn into perennial Daddy-issue/god-issue days?
Sorry Juliebird, that sounds rough.
You want people around you who love you as you get old and are dying? Treat the people around you decent.
I had pretty much the same conversation with my dad about his mother.
Oh, Julieb, I'm so sorry. I'm sure that the holiday AND the prospect of dying relatives is stressing out your dad something awful, even though I'm betting he knows your quite rational reasons for being angry.
I haven't done the slightest bit of Easter-celebration, but that soon should change once I get myself dressed and Out of the house.
Emmett was the Easter Cheer-bunny this morning. Waking Matilda up and whipping her into a chocolate consuming frenzy. He hid the Easter eggs in the back yard. While she staggered around in a muzzy, just-woken state he hopped around and pointed out all the eggs until she got very excited about the hunt. We came back upstairs for pancakes, and they played with their new stuffed animals (Matilda got a kitty named Waffle. Emmett finally got his finger monkey, named Pancake.) Then he helped get her dressed her Easter dress (he tied the bow, and got her shoes on) and she shot off to church with JZ.
Now he's watching an Arrested Development marathon.