Thanks, -t. I'd looked through Target's website and hadn't seen anything. The towels are pretty low on my list of stuff to buy for the apartment, though, and they can wait until I've got a bit more money -- I have red towels, which are in perfectly good condition, but I've had them since 1999, and I'm just getting sick of them, and purple seemed like a good plan.
I really need to stop trying to organize my books while they're still in the boxes. I should just get the books on the shelves somehow, then get rid of the boxes, and then I can look at the books and figure out which ones I want where.
Me either. Though it was weird when I started dreaming about being pregnant. It's happened a couple of times and kind of freaks me out.
Is this like those times when you dream you're eating a giant marshmallow, and when you wake up your pillow's gone because you stuffed it up your nightie?
Sean, you'd be an excellent daughter dad. I want a daughter (no desire for more children) also. I still think we should have a platonic love child and take turns with her. Or something less creepy. Just saying.
Hee hee! Hey, it's 2010, and we're in L.A. Stranger successful families than that exist.
My biological clock strictly wants kids, perhaps because I am allergic to furry creatures, making me want to run from them more than anything. Even when I am babysitting G and he is being a complete brat, the clock keeps ticking.
De-tachable pe-nis
Ow. No. Might I suggest (NSW):
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Semi-skimmerson.
Double your congratulations, Rick!
My parents had 4 kids then started adopting until they'd reached 16. While I admire their desire to help kids who needed help, my personal experience has been that no parent can give enough love and attention to that many kids.
I once thought I wanted kids but I knew I wasn't mature enough when I reached the age at which my mom gave birth to me. Then, with time, I realized I wasn't mature enough partially because of some serious dysfunction in my family. I realized I really had better not have kids unless I wanted to keep that dysfunctional cycle going. I know I made the right decision. Honestly, it's taken me an ungodly time to try to get my own shit together and try to re-parent myself. It's still a work in progress.
Sorry the pediatrician's office is full of bungholes, Miracleborns.
Another thing I've noticed about Pennsylvania, or at least this part of it: people here are really, really nice. When I was going to all the different offices on campus, there were a bunch of times that I had to stop and look at a map or directory quizzically, and every time, someone came up to me within about five or ten seconds to ask if I needed help.
