I'm tucking this away for guilt material later. I'm extremely proud of his written communication skills. The early adolescence, not so much.
Harmony: Somebody remembered to pick me up the sweetest unicorn. Guess someone was feeling guilty for standing me up in tenth grade. Brad: What? Had to get her something. She sired me. Peaches: Sire-whipped.
'Beneath You'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cashmere - Mar 15, 2010 1:11:23 pm PDT #16313 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Daisy Jane - Mar 15, 2010 1:12:38 pm PDT #16314 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I can only imagine what rooined his life. From my experience as a 5 year old, I'm guessing it's something he thinks will make him a social outcast and pariah! for the rest of his life.
Barb - Mar 15, 2010 1:12:51 pm PDT #16315 of 30001
“Not dead yet!”
Yeah, I zeroed in on the "Love, Owen" part too. Although it can't feel good in the slightest. We're just still recovering from the first "I HATE YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU" from a few months ago.
I was stunned, but came back with, "Well, I don't like you much right now. Still love you, but like you? Nope. You're a pretty unlikable little twerp right now."
It immediately turned the fury into stunned disbelief.
Cashmere - Mar 15, 2010 1:13:43 pm PDT #16316 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
When I was volunteering in his classroom this morning, his teacher put him in another group and he didn't get to do my center first. It wasn't even my fault! I didn't choose the groups. But somehow, I was supposed to overrule his teacher and make it better.
aurelia - Mar 15, 2010 1:15:04 pm PDT #16317 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Distant aunties only get good notes. Works for me.
Daisy Jane - Mar 15, 2010 1:17:26 pm PDT #16318 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
When I was volunteering in his classroom this morning, his teacher put him in another group and he didn't get to do my center first. It wasn't even my fault! I didn't choose the groups. But somehow, I was supposed to overrule his teacher and make it better.
Aw, Owen honey.
Glamcookie - Mar 15, 2010 1:18:09 pm PDT #16319 of 30001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
That note is killing me.
Ginger - Mar 15, 2010 1:26:23 pm PDT #16320 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Poor noodle. He has no idea how much more rooining he has ahead of him.
Important announcement: Target has Batman Easter grass. It's shredded paper with the bat symbol printed on it and could be used for any of your Batman-oriented shredded paper needs.
Juliebird - Mar 15, 2010 1:34:12 pm PDT #16321 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
HALP! Tweetbaggery.com has eated my brain.
Got scolded last Thursday for bad time management including "wasting hours" providing fresh seasonal flowers in the house where "no one sees them" (after getting lots of feedback about how wonderful they were from various visitors)(after getting lectured on making a good first impression to visitors). This morning there was a panic that there were no pretty flowers to be had for the former-executive-boardmember brunch.
My apartment is filled with forced hyacinths and saucer magnolia, thankyouverymuch. I look forward to the ranunculus and anemone that I'll be taking home once they begin to bloom. It will take me about two minutes to put them in a pretty basket and cover the soil with moss.
§ ita § - Mar 15, 2010 1:36:13 pm PDT #16322 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I want to hit things.
Not because I'm in a bad mood or anything.
Just because hitting things is fun and I haven't hit anything for a long time.
Miss that.