The Director of engineering intoned at one point, "They dishonor our vampire queen".
Love.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The Director of engineering intoned at one point, "They dishonor our vampire queen".
Love.
Timelies all!
Happy birthday Windsparrow!
Hey, have we heard from Sophia lately?
The Director of engineering intoned at one point, "They dishonor our vampire queen".
Oh, that’s so great! So glad they appreciate you!
It’s been a minute, Dana. Messenger shows her as “active” earlier today but I’m not sure where to look for her to confirm…
Yes, been a bit. I'll go ahead and send an email.
We could use a piece of good news, right? My friend T, the one who was with me almost every day when my dad was dying, helped find a temporary foster for my dad'd beloved dog Sunny...and they want to adopt him permanently! It's a loving home with T's friend, who works from home four days a way, his live-in girlfriend (who doesn't work and loves animals more than people), 7 and 11 year-old kids, his mom (former animal rescuer who lives in the back house), a giant doofus of a dog named Tank, and a bunch of cats who are not scared of dogs. They have a HUGE (like, an acre) fenced yard, and apparently Sunny has been happy and EATING (he barely ate for two weeks when Dad was in the hospital), and the kids are in love with him. Friends, it's a perfect home for him. And I'll still get to visit him.
That's wonderful news, Pix!
Oh, that is such good news, Pix! So glad to hear it!
Friends, it's a perfect home for him. And I'll still get to visit him.
That's fantastic! I still think about Ginger's dog, Mr. Peabody, who I got to meet.
so glad Matilda is at a place to join, and that's a beautiful way to phrase it -- knitting a new way to be together
I remember the exact moment my Dad told me I couldn't cuddle with him anymore before bedtime. I was like...6? And it felt shitty.
So when we had Emmett I decided, "I'll let him let him decide. I'll always hug him but I'll respect his space and physical person. But I won't turn him away if he wants to get in my lap." Which he did until he was bigger than me and kind of crushing me.
And with a teenage girl, I'm even more conscious of letting her set the boundaries.
It's not a super common occurrence but three or four times a year she'll come stand over me and it's clear I'm to make a space for her and she wants to get in my lap.
Last night she did that and she said, "You know, I'm probably not going to get any bigger so I'll always fit on your lap so can I do that whenever?"
And I said, "That sounds about right, so whenever you need to go ahead."
She gave a little Victory fist pump, like it was something she had been worried about.
That was sweet.
Tonight she came up to me in my reading chair and said, "I need a hug."
This was clearly a standing hug request. So we hugged and it was a long, strong hug and when we pulled back she gave me such a rueful look. Just full of the fucked up sadness of losing Jacqueline and knowing/trusting that I also felt that.