Mmmm, grits. Yes, he should send them to me.
I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.
Giles ,'Chosen'
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Laura - Dec 22, 2012 5:54:59 am PST #24201 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Burrell - Dec 22, 2012 6:17:33 am PST #24202 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
eggs and grits sound good, mmmm. I think I need to go make breakfast.
Cass - Dec 22, 2012 7:06:53 am PST #24203 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.
Informed consent at least. He sounds like a good Grandpa. Also I would like grits.
meara - Dec 22, 2012 7:08:34 am PST #24204 of 30001
I had airport breakfast tacos. They were not nearly as good as I was hoping.
But after last nights four hour flight where my overhead light didn't work, well. Fingers crossed it doesn't get worse today.
Cass - Dec 22, 2012 7:16:28 am PST #24205 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.
But after last nights four hour flight where my overhead light didn't work, well. Fingers crossed it doesn't get worse today.
How did you read?
meara - Dec 22, 2012 7:25:05 am PST #24206 of 30001
Well, the guy next to me had his light on, and I made the type on my kindle bigger. Mad skillz from under-cover reading as a child?
Cass - Dec 22, 2012 7:28:18 am PST #24207 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.
Oh good. I was hoping for adjacent light or something backlit. Yes, my flight coping skills nearly all center around being able to read. We're Buffistas, it's what we do.
And I love that we all read under the covers or secreted books with us when we had to go places. Family tales tell of me being found happily paging through tabloids behind a couch. The reading material might have been crap, but I had something to read. Should have let me bring a book to grandma's.
Scrappy - Dec 22, 2012 7:30:32 am PST #24208 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
My grandma had Peanuts and New Yorker cartoon collections, which were kept on a low shelf for the delectation of grandchildren.
smonster - Dec 22, 2012 7:38:23 am PST #24209 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Not being able to bring a book?!?!? Child abuse.
We're watching an opera concert - he's in love with Anna Netrebko. Next up, trip to cemetery to visit Grandma's grave and see her headstone, then a late lunch at the Crystal Beer Parlor. And then I get to run away for a bit and visit with the sane cousin on this side of the fam.
JZ - Dec 22, 2012 7:39:50 am PST #24210 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Ooh, Scrappy, so did mine! At least the New Yorker cartoon collection; our parents had Peanuts covered. The grandparents also had the giant book of Life photographs, most of which are etched in my brain forever (everything from John-John saluting to the Japanese woman tenderly bathing her radiation-crippled daughter to Marilyn Monroe as Theda Bara).