Eek. I hope the LAistas who live/work near here are okay and stay that way.
Well, now I understand why the 405 is already down to a slow crawl at 2:30 in the afternoon.
Also, Stride Rite gives me bad flashbacks to my youth.
Signed,
Fourteen years of orthopedic shoes
creating human-animal hybrids
If they looked like Jessica Alba or Jensen Ackles, I'd be ALL FOR THAT.
(I mean, not that I want to live in the Dark Angel Dystopia or anything. I'm just saying, there'd be advantages.)
Walk away from the fic, Plei, just walk away.
I've decided that if nobody hears from my nephew by this evening, then I'm calling Social Services and asking them to go check on my great-niece. I want someone on the ground making sure she's not sleeping in a car or worse.
Is it evil to hope that this is where it goes? That I can get that child taken away from them at least temporarily?
Actually, that sounds quite sensible, Cash.
That sounds like the most sensible option to me, Cash.
Cash, in your shoes, that is what I'd do. You want what's best for her safety and health.
Excellent Plan, Cashmere.
My burning question of the day: How does someone get to be a senior patent litigation paralegal without knowing the difference between USPTO.gov and USPTO.com?