~ma for The Boy's mom.
Pix, hoping that Drew continues to recover apace.
Super yay for a moving date!
I am skeeved by house elf pick up lines. That is one regatta I do not wanna watch.
Speaking of skeevy, a dude on OKC chat wanted me to leave him my panties somewhere. Like, e was gonna leave work mid day and drive to wherever I left them. All anonymous. I said no. And then there was the dude who told me straight up he had a wife, and when I stated clearly I had no interest whatsoever in any crap like that, he told me it was okay b/c she's in Germany. ISTG, people.
Oof. Packing up all these boxes is hard work.
I have to say that I am impressed with the Cuisinart packaging design people. My food processor has a ton of pieces, but I saved the packaging, and the box actually has instructions on how to put it all back together with the styrofoam and cardboard pieces for transporting it. (Unlike, say, Rock Band, which comes packaged in such a way that the only way to get the pieces out is to cut through a ton of plastic, and there's no way to save the box and use it again for moving.)
t waves hi
I'm in bed recovering. I'm sore but seem to be doing okay.
I'm in bed recovering. I'm sore but seem to be doing okay.
ND! Good to see you're on the mend after the mitigation of your gall.
Good to see your pixels, ND!
Glad you're home and recovering, ND.
My first ever Cute Kid story with a TMI alert:
Matilda is mostly potty trained but doesn't like to be in the bathroom all alone, so she usually asks one of us to come with her for company. The other evening,
hearing her pee made me have to go myself, whereupon she stared at me and said with a fond my-mommy-is-the-prettiest smile, "Oh, Mommy, I really like the hair on your 'gina. It's so pretty, I think it really is!"
Um, thank you?
Take the compliment in the spirit that it was intended.
