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Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'

Natter 69: Practically names itself.

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Jessica - Feb 28, 2012 3:12:24 pm PST #24260 of 30001

And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Although I guess Mayo Clinic wasn't all wrong, then, which is ... weirdly comforting.

True that. At least it's a walking pneumonia. It sounds a lot worse than it is! Or maybe I just think that because I no longer feel like I got run over by a truck full of heavy rocks, which is how I spent all weekend.

msbelle - Feb 28, 2012 3:14:39 pm PST #24261 of 30001

I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Tom, that is the best thing ever.

My son is a PITA. refused soccer practice (I had not even mention the new grade thing). WOn't do anything, stormed out of the house, continually trying to pick a fight with me, AND THEN PEED HIS PANTS IN TEH MIDDLE OF THE KITCHEN. OMG WTF IS HE 3?!?!?!?!?!?

Drugs might be a complete understatement to what I want and/or need. A fucking deserted island sounds nice.

Connie Neil - Feb 28, 2012 3:16:09 pm PST #24262 of 30001

brillig

But is there the boogie woogie flu?

§ ita § - Feb 28, 2012 3:16:32 pm PST #24263 of 30001

Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Good whoa, or omg those guys are grumpy whoa, smonster? I did get that latter jibe from an inquisitive colleague.

Amy - Feb 28, 2012 3:17:57 pm PST #24264 of 30001

Because books.

Oh, msbelle. Yikes. Is he still seeing his therapist? Maybe he needs his meds adjusted due to ... growth spurt or something else?

Or maybe I just think that because I no longer feel like I got run over by a truck full of heavy rocks, which is how I spent all weekend.

That's how I spent the weekend. Hmm. I'm off to the doctor tomorrow, to discuss bloodwork results, but I'm definitely going to have her address the ridiculous sinus crap that will. not. go. away.

Lee - Feb 28, 2012 3:20:22 pm PST #24265 of 30001

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

The person who normally files new pages into our looseleaf books is out for a couple of weeks to have surgery, so he hired someone to come in while he was out.

She showed up at about 4:55 today, and seemed honestly surprised and kind of hostile when I told her she had to leave when I did, and that I was leaving on time at 5:30.

Lee - Feb 28, 2012 3:21:14 pm PST #24266 of 30001

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

MAC! Stop that!

§ ita § - Feb 28, 2012 3:24:29 pm PST #24267 of 30001

Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Rage, msbelle, rage. Let it all out, all over the keyboard.

sarameg - Feb 28, 2012 3:28:36 pm PST #24268 of 30001

Oh god, child. Channel your rage into a pillow or yardwork or something more sensible.

Kat - Feb 28, 2012 3:30:25 pm PST #24269 of 30001

"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Oh mac. Get with the program, kiddo.

Words I just uttered, "Noah and Grace! Stop playing with the pencil because you could poke your eyes out then you'd be blind!" WTF?!?

Also, is it a thing with twins that they don't give a rat's ass about what their adult wants, as long it amuses the other twin?

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