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billytea - Nov 30, 2009 4:02:08 am PST #1967 of 30000

You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

This is the advantage of the slightly less new baby -- you can wear the hat to work. Best of ~ma to you, and whatever you do, don't put yourself up for lib party leader. It sounds like you're looking for something a little steadier...

I think Ryan should go for the job. Votewinner! [link]

I never get tired of that photo.

Nora Deirdre - Nov 30, 2009 4:07:39 am PST #1968 of 30000

I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Yeah, the local newscast this morning said that it was in "a Seattle suburb."

WindSparrow - Nov 30, 2009 4:18:46 am PST #1969 of 30000

Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Votewinner!

Those eyes - just luminous!

Aims - Nov 30, 2009 4:45:14 am PST #1970 of 30000

Shit's all sorts of different now.

Skippity skips almost 400 messages

Five years ago today I was sleeping through active labor and transition. I woke up around 10am ready to push. I ended up in the OR and she was born at 1:20 pm, five years ago today.

Happy Birthday baby girl. You'll probably never see this post, or any others I make today, but know that I love you and am everyday amazed by your existence in my world. And I am so sorry I forgot to make the jell-o treats for your class today.

Happy Birthday Emeline!!

P.M. Marc - Nov 30, 2009 4:53:29 am PST #1971 of 30000

So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Poor Tacoma. It's inferiority complex will be HUGE with its 'burbs getting confused with ours.

Tacoma's like... Oakland or something.

The airport is in Tacoma, right?

The airport is in SeaTac. Which is, err. The city that we named after the airport. (Seattle-Tacoma International, aka SeaTac.)

P.M. Marc - Nov 30, 2009 4:53:46 am PST #1972 of 30000

So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Also, OMGWTFPOLARBEAR! FIVE???

Aims - Nov 30, 2009 5:01:59 am PST #1973 of 30000

Shit's all sorts of different now.

Also, OMGWTFPOLARBEAR! FIVE???

My thoughts exactly this morning. I looked at her and said, "Stop it. Stop it right now."

Aims - Nov 30, 2009 5:08:25 am PST #1974 of 30000

Shit's all sorts of different now.

This is Em at Saturday's birthday party: [link]

P.M. Marc - Nov 30, 2009 5:10:51 am PST #1975 of 30000

So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

We can't see that, Aims. Woe!

sj - Nov 30, 2009 5:15:40 am PST #1976 of 30000

"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I can't believe Em is already 5! Where did that time go? Happy Birthday, Emeline!

WS, I have found that soaking your hand (or wherever the splinter is) in a mixture of epsom salt and warm water helps to bring a splinter to the surface of the skin.

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