(I'm sure there are but I don't feel like looking it up but...) are there any other Ethelred's other than the Unready?
Because that doesn't seem like one you'd want to name your kid after.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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(I'm sure there are but I don't feel like looking it up but...) are there any other Ethelred's other than the Unready?
Because that doesn't seem like one you'd want to name your kid after.
Recap: So I stayed up to 2:30 this morning to get some documents to two different people so they would be on the people's desk at 8 this morning. Went to sleep, but was awakened by damn fighting dogs at 7:30 this morning.
I have not heard from one of the people at all today, the other person I just heard from.
Why again did I bust my ass to get this stuff out? I feel like an asshole.
From the twitter, there seems to be a huge storm over London tonight. So now I'm hoping the baby gets called Thunder.
Something Something Stormborn
Eta: you are not the asshole in that scenario, le nubian.
Blitzen!
Though, of course, I would've preferred Mohawk!Storm.
Also: Wash. ::sniff::
The Monarch! And Dr. Mrs. The Monarch!
From the twitter, there seems to be a huge storm over London tonight. So now I'm hoping the baby gets called Thunder.
That's my nephew's middle name!
My BiL had whimsical urges with his children's names and my sister negotiated them to middle names. Though half of my side calls them by their middle names anyway...
You just have to imagine that the occasional thought of "a dagger would be so useful right about now" goes through a royal head.
Well, there's this song...
(the empress will probably want to skip it)
The guy has already had a bit of trouble with the law, not sure what, but being taken to small claims court could end up seriously screwing things up for him, and not helping his girlfriend and their kid either. I think they're basically good but stupid people who keep making bad decisions, and I'm probably better off having nothing more to do with them. Not that I'm not pissed off about it.
Nothing says "dinner's ready" quite like the smell of melted tupperware.