it's already been determined by other people that I'm Sam.
I could be wrong but I don't think Peev wants to be married to a tall boy without a soul.
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it's already been determined by other people that I'm Sam.
I could be wrong but I don't think Peev wants to be married to a tall boy without a soul.
I could be wrong but I don't think Peev wants to be married to atall boy without a soul .
There is that.
... but I'd be TALL.
Or that thing that diamond merchants were to scope out imperfections?
it's already been determined by other people that I'm Sam.
NO NO NO, you're Bobby.
Jen will tell you I'm Sam, but she will be wrong.
Well, yes, my default setting is Bobby, but if we're talking about Repressing Like A Winchester, I'm Sam.
(I can also see why Jen says you are Sam. But you've already got the TALL, you lucky thing.)
Hah. I'm so Dean it kills me. My sister is not un-Sam-like. Except she's short.
I'm currently negotiating with my sister to see which of her exes I can sleep with. It's a longer conversation than you'd imagine.
Sleep with or date? I mean, my sister hasn't done either with anyone in the last twenty years I would even want to know...
... you're not buying this, are you?
Oh, I totally think you'd love being able to reach the high shelf. Not worth ending the world though. We've had this conversation.
Being the Antichrist means you get to be tall. Unless you're the sort of Antichrist that Patrick Stump is. t /bandpires ref
Then you get to be dreamy and kinda dangerous. Mmm, bandpires.
I completed much onerosity today! In spite of starting out by waking up early to let in the insulators then doing one too many yoga classes (would been fine if i'd just had a little snack in between, even some juice woulda kept me from being so shaky during the second class. Which, unfortunately, was a heated class. The combination of hunger and heat was not pleasant. I managed to stay conscious so that's a total win. Then i had lunch out because the insulators were working on the basement and attic, both accessed from the kitchen, so the kitchen REEKED to much to consider eating there. Then chiropractor, grocery shopping, and returning home to clean All The Things including the cats. Three loads of laundry (sheets, duvet cover, clothes) still in progress, but the cats are clean, fluffy, cranky, and enjoying the benefits of the new furnace.
The contractors were really good about cleaning up after themselves - my basement is cleaner than then they started! But even with dropcloths the main level floor suffered. I can usually clean the entire (815 sq') house with one swiffer and a dustbuster. Today: 6 swiffers and two emptyings of the dustbuster. Then i mopped with 4 washcloths. Blown insulation makes lots of dust, ya'll!