I just did a passport for a 15 year old who went to elementary school with Casper (a year older than her, not a kid I knew well or anything). There's something so sweet and touching about seeing a kid you last knew as a grubby 11 year old and now he's 6 feet tall and bass-voiced and actually doing pretty okay with the whole "relating to adults and not acting like a sullen teenager" part.
Xander ,'Showtime'
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Aw, that's nice, flea.
I love TopatoCo, Connie! A lot of my webcomic faves are carried there.
I did not blow away (yet.) I still have power, it only flickered off&on for about 5 minutes earlier.
But it is still fucking windy & making sounds around my house I've never heard before.
Please do not climb out on the roof, sarameg.
It's raining here, which is good, and I don't have to be anywhere until Sunday, which is excellent.
It is so windy!
It's ridiculous here. Slush everywhere, although it's finally stopped snowing, and the wind is insane. I have not lost power (knocks wood) but the grocery store did, which was weird because they were still open. The registers and maybe 1/5 of the lights worked, but it looked like all the cold and frozen cases were out.
Also took Sara to get her nose pierced, which was the only thing she wanted for her birthday. She was very brave, and it actually looks adorable. And I got many, many extra mom points for being dragged out in this weather to do it.
Aw, you are a most excellent mom indeed.
Please be safe all you people with weather issues. I think sunburn is my only risk from Ma Nature at the moment.
-t, you know me too well. The leaves are piling up on the porch roof. But I am NOT going out on the roof. Too scary. This is Serious Wind. Building collapses, transit shutdowns, people losing roofs.
Aw, flea. Nothing like hearing "Mom!" in a bass voice across the grocery store and being swept up in a long-armed hug, and trying to sort out which cub scout this was when I was his den mother. Or being stopped by a very tall police officer in uniform. "Excuse me." Ah, yes, officer? (Oh gawd, did I break a law or something?) And then the mile-wide grin, "'Officer?' Really, Mrs. L?" Willie! How are you? Well, ah, I can see you're doing pretty well. How's your mom?