Casper scraped her nose on the bottom of the pool today. She was trying to be a dolphin.
I live in fear of doing just that when turning in the shallow end. As it is, I've scraped my kneecaps on multiple occasions, so she has my sympathies. As it is, I collided spectacularly with a big guy who apparently couldn't swim straight and ended up in my lane. He got dunked by my downstroke and kicked in the inner thigh as I swam over him. Wasn't intentional on my part, it just happened really fast.
Could someone pretty please copy Scrappy's ep to a dvd and send it to me? I don't have cable.
I'm just going to pretend my doctor made up the "it's probably nothing" anomaly with my bloodwork to get me back into the office for the other tests he couldn't do when I was in there yesterday.
Happy birthday, Frankenbuddha! May the coming year bring you joy and plenty.
And then sara, could you send it on to me? AT MY NEW HOUSE!@!!
msbelle, your mother is my father. Trail.of.peanuts.
OF COURSE! (You need to send me the address, missy.)
Happy Birthday, Frank!
Mine's in a week. I am ambivalent. I'd be fine with turning 36. Except I'm turning 35, and for some reason, it's weird.
Made a farmers market date for the morning. Haven't seen Karen in over a month, what with our travel and work schedules, and I've missed her. I like her a lot.
Happy birthday, Frank!!
I brought dirty laundry to my parents' pretty recently. I had to bring clothes, right? Why not bring dirty??
What's the opposite of "commodity?"
Happy Birthday, Frank!
35 was my favorite birthday, sarameg. I looked forward to it for about 20 years. Back at that time I appeared much younger than my years and in my mind people would start taking me seriously at 35 and stop treating me like a kid. It was all in my head of course, but I was so delighted to finally be 35.
