I can't wait until our home is her permanent home. 7 weeks or so until then.
"Grace at home" is a lovely phrase.
I think I broke more dishes during the year I had a tile counter top than in the all the other years combined.
Murk: But you're a God! The Sacred Glorificus! Glory: I'm a God in exile. Far from the Hellfires of Home and sharing my body with an enemy that stabs my boys in their fleshy little stomachs!
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Ginger - Mar 29, 2010 4:23:42 am PDT #19537 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Sue - Mar 29, 2010 4:28:49 am PDT #19538 of 30001
hip deep in pie
I think I broke more dishes during the year I had a tile counter top than in the all the other years combined.
This is my argument against tile floors.
Sue - Mar 29, 2010 4:29:39 am PDT #19539 of 30001
hip deep in pie
I walked over to the mall to buy milk and a coffee wearing my inside pants. It felt so wrong.
Laura - Mar 29, 2010 4:29:45 am PDT #19540 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
I think I broke more dishes during the year I had a tile counter top than in the all the other years combined.
When I had tile counter tops they were very pretty, but kind of a pain otherwise. They were very uneven and the ridges were not fun to clean. The tile counters in the bathroom were easier to deal with, and also pretty.
JZ - Mar 29, 2010 4:40:29 am PDT #19541 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
So many great birthday pictures, Kat! And I can't believe Grace's coming-home date is zooming up so fast.
You know what's good? Fried egg in bread-with-a-hole.
Barney Google Eyes!
My mom used to (and Hec still does) fry up the little hole, a perfect little burst of crispy buttery yum.
Safe travels and a good trip to msbelle and mac.
Child picspam, dated yesterday: Matilda and Papou's cat. She's wearing her A's shirt ("What does the shirt mean, honey?" "It means BASEBALL YAY."), but started off the day wearing all three of her baseball shirts (A's, Portland Pilots, Durham Bulls) layered on top of each other. Not a traditional Palm Sunday dress-up outfit, but at this point if she opts not to fight but expresses actual enthusiasm for any outfit at all I'll just roll with it.
Jesse - Mar 29, 2010 4:44:40 am PDT #19542 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
My mom used to (and Hec still does) fry up the little hole, a perfect little burst of crispy buttery yum.
I semi did that, too! Except I was using a little pan that was really only big enough for the main piece of bread.
Sue - Mar 29, 2010 4:46:00 am PDT #19543 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Cute Matilda. Patient Kitty. (My cats all hide when children are around.)
This picture is for Msbelle. It's from the Twitter feed of my place of employ. Note what dude in back centre of picture is holding:
ChiKat - Mar 29, 2010 5:02:45 am PDT #19544 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I walked over to the mall to buy milk and a coffee wearing my inside pants. It felt so wrong.
I went out to eat in my inside pants on Saturday night. It felt perfectly right.
Sophia Brooks - Mar 29, 2010 5:04:40 am PDT #19545 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
This picture is for Msbelle. It's from the Twitter feed of my place of employ. Note what dude in back centre of picture is holding:
He looks so proud of it, too!
Matilda and Kitty are so cute. How patient is he!
SuziQ - Mar 29, 2010 5:05:30 am PDT #19546 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
She's wearing her A's shirt
Such a smart and fashionable child.
It is the Monday after Spring Break for CJ. I had to wake him up 3 times this morning and I drove him to school cause he was "afraid he would fall asleep on his bike". He went to bed at a reasonable time last night, but who knows when he actually went to sleep.
While CJ was struggling with the morning, I was up, dressed, chopped veggies for a slow cooked pot roast, got the roast going, made tea and toast, and remembered all the things I needed to bring to work with me. Now that I'm here, I'm ready for a nap. Ah well.