Okay, that's reaching. It was a reference to Stewie just calling every number in sequence to find his home number.
"111-1111. Lois? Damn! 111-1112. Lois? DAMN! 111-1113...."
Xander ,'Lessons'
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Okay, that's reaching. It was a reference to Stewie just calling every number in sequence to find his home number.
"111-1111. Lois? Damn! 111-1112. Lois? DAMN! 111-1113...."
Teppy's got my back.
And thanks, Sparky. It means a thing. Lots of things, actually.
Teppy's got my back.
Always, sweetie.
ION, I finally unpacked and hung up all my hang-up-able clothes. Yes, I moved in back at the beginning of December. But The Boy only just cleaned out a closet for me about a month ago. (Smallfonted because I gave him grief for 2 months about not cleaning out a closet for me, and then once he did, it took me a month to hang stuff up.)
I'm very close to actually being totally unpacked. There's still just the pile of 8 or 9 boxes (the size that reams of paper come in) in the living room. Once we can figure out where the contents of those boxes can go, they can be unpacked, and I'll actually be finished.
Weird.
Sean, hugging you and renewing my offer of food, Rock Band, or general distraction. I know it's probably not practical, time-wise, but the offer stands.
I was killing a few minutes time waiting for stuff and caught up on a couple pages in COMM. A bit behind now in January 2006. I had to stop since the children were too curious about the laughter and tears. Next time I am bedridden I am going to read a few months of COMM. Will either cure or kill, won't care which.
Thanks Kristin. Yeah the downside of Cedars is that they are in the opposite direction from your place.
Also, S is pretty blue and upset. She's stable, not hooked up to anything, and otherwise fine, but because the doctors have not been by to tell us what's going on, we're in a holding pattern. S wants to go home, and the only thing stopping us is not knowing what's going on.
Sean, I'm a gazillion posts behind, but I can see some ~ma would probably be of use for you and S. I hope she gets to go home, soon. You, too, of course.
{{Sean & S}}
{{{{Susan & Family}}}}
S wants to go home, and the only thing stopping us is not knowing what's going on.
HATE that shit!
"not a D student."
Well, I wouldn't know that, since I've only seen D-level work from you. Better work, better grade. See how that works?
And you know what? It doesn't work that way outside these ivied halls, babe. You work hard? You get pay cuts, layoffs, and heavier workloads, and you're glad to get it because hey, at least you still have a job. Now. Will there be anything else?
Sorry. Nobody EVar suggested I should teach.
Ease~ma wished to Ginger's tum. Release~ma to S, and all the possible best to Susan and family.
'ffista kids are the best. Want pictures of Liv in the stroller. A pic of Mal and his photo squeeze wouldn't be amiss, either. I think we're going to have to go with wav files for Em, Princess of Quite a Lot, because, well, just because.
Todd, sorry you (and Laura, and you, Raq!) have been busied away. As am I, often.