Is that like having butterflies at a wedding? I attended one where the guest got little packages they were supposed to open at the end, and a lot of them were dead.
I've been watching many Attenborough specials where caterpillars get parasitised, and instead of a butterfly, instead a wasp emerges from the cocoon. I wonder how that would play at the wedding.
In conclusion, 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.
I take it you're over the worst of the nausea? And hey, you're burning calories for two!
I am over the worst of the nausea, it seems, and THANK GOD. Not a moment too soon. ...Of course, as soon as I noticed that the nausea was abating, I started worrying that something had gone wrong, and in fact, was making myself so crazy imagining worst-case scenarios that I went and bought another home pregnancy test yesterday. Still pregnant, at least according to the test! Our first doctor's appt is this coming Monday, and I think if I make it through this weekend with my sanity intact, I'll call it a win.
Huh. While watching Big Bang Theory, when
Pria started taking off her nightie on Skype
Owen looked at me and said, "I know what happens next! S-E-X!"
When I asked him if he knew what that was, he said, "When people take their clothes off and romance."
Driving CJ to his ARP meeting tonight, we saw Ecto-1 (or at least a very good remake).
They sold one the promo cars at auction a few years back. That was a fun one to watch.
Oh, it's been so long since I took off my clothes and romanced.
When I asked him if he knew what that was, he said, "When people take their clothes off and romance."
I am trying really hard not to laugh. And failing.
I mean, I don't envy you the conversation but that is a damn good definition.
Well, he's not far wrong!
Fall officially commences in a few hours and I have 5 new mosquito bites.
Can we COMM Owen? Because really...
When I asked him if he knew what that was, he said, "When people take their clothes off and romance."
Did he say it like Mr Boombastic?
Oh Sara, I accumulated mosquito bites on my elbows of all places, when I had to hike through the woods at work that hosted an impressive autumnal pool. My ELBOWS! And nobody was slapping as furiously as I was. My compatriots on the walk were grateful that I was drawing all the little bloodsuckers to me, but I almost prefer the enduring nuisance of poison ivy. At least that I can bitch about.