Well the fact that I can't reliably answer the question "When was your last period" due to the whole infertility thing doesn't help. But still.
OMG annoying girl won't stop singing.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Pix - Jun 14, 2011 2:23:01 pm PDT #12734 of 30001
The status is NOT quo.
§ ita § - Jun 14, 2011 2:24:17 pm PDT #12735 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
God, I fucking earwormed myself. What was I thinking?
Jesse - Jun 14, 2011 2:26:48 pm PDT #12736 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Well the fact that I can't reliably answer the question "When was your last period" due to the whole infertility thing doesn't help. But still.
This seems like a time when lying about it would be fine.
Sheryl - Jun 14, 2011 2:30:37 pm PDT #12737 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday Dylan!
javachik - Jun 14, 2011 2:30:54 pm PDT #12738 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
This seems like a time when lying about it would be fine.
Agreed.
Cass - Jun 14, 2011 2:35:15 pm PDT #12739 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I'll wear one of those cool stripey French navy shirts
Make it French Pirate and I am *there*. Except for how I think I finally got over my half-assed desire to cut my hair off.
Connie Neil - Jun 14, 2011 2:51:29 pm PDT #12740 of 30001
brillig
re: my gift
It doesn't have to be work-related--unless it was one of the landscape people who got the expensive week whacker or the patio fireplace--but I can't make up the money.
I'm kind of sorry I've already got the X-Files boxed set, because that would be perfect. I've either got all the CDs of shows that I want or I don't want the boxed sets of the ones I don't.
I'm rather horrified at how greedy I am, that I don't want to get the CD/DVD RWer because it would "waste" half the money.
Sue - Jun 14, 2011 2:58:24 pm PDT #12741 of 30001
hip deep in pie
I love my bus commute. I mean, okay, I'd rather walk (in good weather), because sometimes the bus makes me carsick and sometimes the high school kids get too loud. But as commutes, it's not bad: only half an hour, and I can listen to my audiobook or podcasts and just zone out. I'm worried that when we move our office it will be to a place not near a good bus line for me.
Consuela's commute is very much like mine, down to the occasionally loud students and bus sickness. I do have a bus stop friend who sometimes sits with me on the bus. I'd much rather zone out.
Reminder to self. Do. Not. Drink. Bubbles. Bubbles make your tummy unhappy. It doesn't matter that it is THE PERFECT DAY for a root beer float and that free root beer floats were available.
I know I am sometimes very literal minded, but until I got to the root beer part, I was thinking you were talking about soap bubbles.
I had a cleaning and dental checkup today. They had a tricky filing before my appt., so they were running about 15-20 minutes late. My Dentist gave me a Starbucks card for my time. Very thoughtful. If my doctor did that I'd never pay for coffee again.
Despite him being an awesome guy, he still wants to replace two fillings. God, I hate the drill.
After my appointment, I took out my pent-up dental anxiety and PMS by eating too much. I am now too full.
Happy Birthday Dylan!!
Sophia Brooks - Jun 14, 2011 3:02:56 pm PDT #12742 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
happy birthday dylan!
happy anniversary connie and mr. connie!
ChiKat - Jun 14, 2011 3:09:58 pm PDT #12743 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?
God, I fucking earwormed myself. What was I thinking?
You got me, too, but at least I like that song.