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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.
Abby=ADORABLE. I love her outfit.
I am inexplicably tired. Truly, I am a super sleeper. I just started some thyroid meds (though my levels are normal, pdoc wants to try kicking them up a bit) so it will be interesting to see if that helps. So, heading bedwards soon. Maybe I'll get up at a semi-normal time tomorrow.
I was so puzzled at smonster's post, because she and I got up at the same time...except her 1pm is not my 1pm. So I am not going to bed yet. :)
Am annoyed that the painkiller and muscle relaxant I took last night did not help much, and am still feeling icky. Also, my dental plan continues to reject the night guard. Grrr, argh.
Yay for second looks, msbelle!
And thanks, guys! I don't think she stopped smiling the whole time. She just totally dug the entire environment; nothing fazed her or even really made her look twice beyond exclaiming over all the costumes she loved. She's already plotting for next year.
Nate really enjoyed himself as well-- both kids had struck up conversations with kids right in front of us in line-- I don't think Nate knew he was being flirted with. He would have died of mortification if he'd realized.
The woman standing behind us in line continued being dumber than a box of rocks in a seriously "Bless her heart" sort of way.
As promised, Abby pics:
Cute ears!!! Actually, just cute Abby overall!
Aw, she looks great! Those ears are pretty perfect. Your favorite picture is a total charmer, Barb
Glad everyone had a good time at the con, even with the lines.
Abby's adorable, kitty ears or not. Glad she had a good day.
I just made an appointment with a doctor through the online system. There was a place on the form to check off if you needed the hospital to provide an interpreter. There were options for about ten languages. One of them was Esperanto.
Love the Abby pictures!
I just found out that the train-wreckiest of my train-wrecky relatives (and that takes a fair amount of wrecking) is engaged (for at least the third time, and pregnant (for at least the second). At this point I don't even know if it's worth asking if the father and the groom will be the same guy. With her track record, it doesn't matter.
I make oatmeal with milk, throw in a little cinnamon, and then eat it with bacon. My cholesterol doesn't know what to do.