Noah kept asking about why the dog had a hand bone in his mouth. oops.
Kids are FASCINATED by that shirt! I had several ask me,"Is that Scooby?" And look a little strange. Olivia keeps asking me why there is blood on the bone in the dog's mouth. I tell her he's a zombie hunting dog and caught one.
I hadn't thought it all the way through. I asked Noah if he wanted me to wear a different shirt but he said no.
So tired. I'm reading
Little Bee
which is not conducive to napping/sleeping/stopping. The book is really wonderful.
ita, Dole markets an orange-peach-mango juice that eases a lot of the OJ acid for me. I still cut it with water or soda, though. Or, you know, vodka.
Also, amazed at the volume of water off my roof in a storm. Need to consider a rainbarrell.
Yay Gracie giggles
I think I am a medium sci-fi fan as well. Except my genre is not Crime, but Teen Soap. This is actually one of the many ways that Buffy (and Twin Peaks) are brilliant, because they bring so many threads together. Of course, that is where they fail.
I have spent 12 hours on Ancestry.com. I now know that a) my grandpa's family, which I always was told was German immigrant really has been in American since before the Revolution, b) my great aunt Frances was really names Lula and my great aunt Annabelle was really named Edna, c) both my great and my great-great grandmothers claimed to be widows on the census, but their husbands were "boarders" in another woman's house and d) I appear to be a decendant of Edward III and a whole bunch of Neville's, Mortimer's and Pole's
Ugh, sara. That's a lot of change. I'm not so sure about the pee, though.
I have spent 12 hours on Ancestry.com.
I would love to do that sometime. On my dad's side, the story is we're related to Daniel Boone and someone's done the trace, but I'd sort of like to see it for myself. On my mom's side, I have no idea, really.
And hey, you're descended from royalty!
I've been wanting to get a subscription to Ancestry.com for a while. I just need to get on it and do the research.
"A lot of peeing on legs" was how a family friend described life with her teenage stepdaughter. It seems to apply here.
both my great and my great-great grandmothers claimed to be widows on the census, but their husbands were "boarders" in another woman's house
That happened in my family, also, though it was great-great-grandma listed at a widow and great-great-greandpa listed a as widower in the same town. Ten years before they had both been listed as divorced.