Everything is fucking breaking and it isn't funny.
msbelle, just start screaming.
That's what I'm about to do.
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.
Everything is fucking breaking and it isn't funny.
msbelle, just start screaming.
That's what I'm about to do.
Since there are multiple Buffista Amys about and I get them confused. Is anyone the Amy with the FB portrait holding a piece of paper? Every time I see that come on my wall I end up squinting and wonder what the heck that is. What is it?
That's me, Gud. The receipt is for the spouse -- although I think the warranty has expired by now. I never think of the extended service plan.
That's amych, and that's her husband receipt.
(xposted, natch.)
The universe has to start being nicer to the Buffistas. Or Else.
Thanks! I can stop squinting now. Extended service plans rarely pay for themselves anyhow.
oh dear sarameg. Where is the breakage? At work?
Someone tell me to stop searching Zillow for single-family homes in the suburbs. I keep having to remind myself that I don't want to live there. (But they have so much space! Yards! Basements!)
If only you knew the power of the suburban side.
Crossposted with Bitches:
Portland pictures are very scant due to me being sick most of the time, but here's the best of the small batch:
We flew up Saturday and missed naptime. Matilda played ball in the backyard with her uncle and scampered around enjoying all the space while I lolled around being sick. On Sunday she was lethally adorable. On Monday morning she was in a Mood and I was feeling slightly better. We wandered the neighborhood exploring ecohome exhibits and collecting pinecones. There was a playground visit, fun with pipecleaners, watercolors, and yummy drinks. Matilda also watered vegetables, personified unflappable supervillainy, and teeter-tottered (with assistance). And then we came home. The end.