It's nature's way to get parents to open a college savings plan.
Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
Though it must be said that both of my kids, Emmett in particular, were extraordinarily poor sleepers.
It's got to, right?
It absolutely can. I had three kids, and they all fell into a schedule more or less easily by six months. But I was always really firm about them sleeping in their cribs and learning to fall asleep by themselves around eight or nine months. (And I say that because I figure with three I had more chance of having one bad sleeper, but who knows.)
It's nature's way to get parents to open a college savings plan.
Heh.
OK, she's asleep, and I'm off to bed too, no doubt to dream of my daughter at age 23 still pitching a fit at bedtime every night.
As a teenager, she will switch to pitching a fit when she has to wake up.
Kate, I hope you sleep well.
The kiddo sleeps like a rock. Inherited from his dad.
Aims, I point n nod at what all the smart buffistas said above. And give ya big hugs.
Strix, that is awesome!!! Congrats!!!
I'm currently in my new place. If NYC was made of boxes, I think my place is staten island. Found the boxes for bathroom stuff, and took a wonderful shower. Those curved shower rods make a tub feel so much bigger!! And the view from my bed is stunning! The moon is out, the city lights glimmering. Now, how to use that as a pick up line. Still gotta clean old place. And so much to do here. Don't wanna go to work in 7 hours.
My car was broken into tonight.
They took my backpack. The backpack my mom got for me. The backpack that I carry everywhere. The backpack that I basically feel naked without. The backpack I thought would be too much of a pain to lug around tonight. The backpack I didn't put in the fucking trunk because what could happen, nothing has ever happened before.
Inside were my work laptop, charger, and wireless mouse. My Kindle Touch and case. My camera with a new SD card I only got a couple months ago (thank fucking God I already got my Comic-Con pictures off of it). Various chargers. An eyeglasses case with, I think, $60 or $80 cash in it. My copy of The Kindly Ones with a $750 Spelling Bee Cheat bookmark. The Resistance, with sleeved cards. Famiglia. A Rosemary and Rue pen from Seanan's first book release party at Borderlands. I keep remembering more things.
They also took Smellerbee, the iPod Shuffle I got as a groomsman's gift at my friends' wedding.
Thankfully, I had an amazing friend who wins the Friend of the Year Award for helping me clean out most of the glass, coming with me to the police station so I could fill out a police report, spending half an hour looking for trashcans or Dumpsters to look through in case the motherfucker just stole the electronics and dumped the backpack, and generally being someone to lean and cry on.
I've actually shed fewer tears than I would have expected. I'm mostly just dead inside. This is the sort of thing I always fear hypothetically. It's not really supposed to happen.
I'm sorry, P-C. Someone broke into our family car once many years ago and stole my CD Walkman. I was devastated. I was lucky to have my parents to "make me whole", instead of the adult feeling of just the loss and anger.