I would call it out. I usually just ignore political stuff I disagree with, but when my hs chem teacher posted something sorta wishywashy on the whole Penn State thing, I went to town (not that this is political, just ...I filter that stuff.)
I'm kinda crankily pleased that my comments got so much support from other posters who I don't even know.
Loki and the 'kin are playing. By playing I mean: racing around the house after each other, pretty much in turn, few hisses, growls or barks. Now Loki is sprawled on his back, merping and meeping at the 'kin, who is under the futon.
Now if I could just convince her that MK is not a threat. And Devi stops stalking. I think I'm going to have to shut Pumpkin in the bedroom while I'm away for TG, which will likely be a setback, but I just don't trust Devi until the 'kin outweighs her. 'Kins fierce, but wee and Devi can be a stone bitch killer.
This lapsed Catholic, baptised by a priest who was abusing boys, cosigns what JZ said.
Fine, but sneezy as hell; if it isn't the ick, it's allergies.
And... sigh. While writing the above sentence, I glanced over the laptop and saw that Matilda had fallen fast asleep, swooning gracefully on the couch in the hand-me-down flower girl dress our wedding flower girl had given her last year -- that flower girl was 9 at the time, so the dress is still ballgown-huge and foofy on her, and she looked like a toddler version of Suzi Parker in a '50s Vogue spread. Rousing her to slip her into PJs has resulted in a storm of sobbing, so I'm off for the time being.
It's hard to give up the gowns, poor noodle!
She opened the door so I called her on it.
Rousing her to slip her into PJs has resulted in a storm of sobbing, so I'm off for the time being.
She got so overwrought she puked in the sink.
I was the least sympathetic dad ever as I don't think getting into PJ's is worth puking over.
I have to agree. But then, Owen was running around in a cape, his socks and underwear earlier and called himself "Sock Monkey."
But then, Owen was running around in a cape, his socks and underwear earlier and called himself "Sock Monkey."
Emmett used to escape from the bath and run up and down the hall yelling, "Nudie Boy!"
I promise I will never mention this to his potential girlfriends.
Side note: I made him listen to his voicemail greeting which was from before his voice dropped. It was only two years ago but it sounds
nothing
like him now. He changed it.
Oh, have I mentioned? Emmett is now taller than me. In September, when we measured him at his physical he was still 5'9". In November, he's more than 5' 10".
I promise I will never mention this to his potential girlfriends.
Just tell Matilda. Someday. I would gleefully dig out the album from my brother's nudie phase for his gf. Hell, for his sons. . Adult rainboots and a straw cowboy hat. Aw yeah.
