MM, maybe you should have lil Em there working on the transporter. It will make the F2F so much easier!
'The Message'
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MM, maybe you should have lil Em there working on the transporter. It will make the F2F so much easier!
She's 4 1/2, omnis! She doesn't know how to recalibrate an oscillation overthruster, or program Heisenberg compensators! She thinks plutonium is a pretty glowing rock that she can put in a princess tiara!
Plus, Gymboree doesn't make radiation suits in her size. No matter how many sternly worded letters I've written to them.
OMG, Emeline kills me! Liv doesn't even try the schemes--she just yells at me "CHOCOLATE NOW PLEASE!"
It's the please that gets me.
Needless to say, when they can reach the cabinet over the fridge, I'm right fucked. I'll need to find a new place for the chocolate and tequila.
She thinks plutonium is a pretty glowing rock that she can put in a princess tiara!
How else do you smuggle it out of places?
She's 4 1/2, omnis! She doesn't know how to recalibrate an oscillation overthruster, or program Heisenberg compensators!
YET.
I want a pretty number
Someone talk me out of flying to LA in two weeks for the weekend. Just found a price for $117, nonstop, roundtrip.
I so will NOT talk you out of this, though I'm sure I should feel guilty about it.
Also, Em is KILLING ME WITH CUTE.
I think I had a birthday hangover today. Not even alcohol-related!
Thanks for all the good wishes, guys. It was a lovely day.
I, for one, welcome our Buffista sprog overlords.
Ginger, I'm glad to hear that about the robo-voices, cause I thought it was a crip thing.
One problem is that if I'm driven to calling a customer "service" line, my question is more complicated than "What is my balance?" and no matter how simply I try to phrase it, I never seem to pick the words the robot knows. I've just about given up ever telling robots numbers, because I worked in a semi-military environment so long that I really enunciate numbers. Apparently the very thing that ensures that people understand numbers baffles robots. Usually robots give up and pass you to a human, but the AT&T one kept making me repeat things.
Maybe my rhythm is not robot-approved. But hearing you say so does make me feel better about it.