I'm hearing them in the Swedish Chef's voice in my head.
I think my life would be more amusing if I heard everything in his voice.
You should come visit me. Both my son & husband are prone to breaking out into fairly respectable Swedish Chef voices (is that an oxymoron?) at the drop of a hat.
It makes driving a bit of an adventure, sometimes.
Shir, I'm glad you checked in-- much ~ma that your friends are safe.
shir , thanks for checking in . ma~~~~
I'm glad you're safe, Shir.
Kristin, that ROCKS! And so do you, and it's nice they know it.
Glad you are safe, Shir. Hope you heard from your friends soon.
I'm more relaxed now. Didn't hear from everyone (and closed my cell phone during a seminar), but the stress faded after an hour or so.
I'm used to rockets. I can live with that. This is (bombings) a new genre to experience from this close.
Oh, also - this wasn't a suicide bombing. Just a bombing.
50 fucking meters from my every other day bus stop, fuck it.
Happy birthday to Raquel, you gorgeous thing.
Oh Shir, how awful! I'm so happy that you are safe and sound, but it breaks my heart to hear you say that you are used to rockets. No one should be used to rockets.
I live in such a bubble here in the US.
And please forgive the rough transition, but...
Happy birthday, Raq!