you're
willingly moving somewhere where there is no broadband...
Sadly, it's true about most of the towns in the area. The previous owners had satellite intenet and have left their dish, so that's the way I'll go, but it's gonna be pricey and still fairly slow. Meanwhile, there are movements afoot to bring fiber & cable to the 30+ towns around here currently without, so I may only have to deal for a few years.
That said,
anything is worth being able to put my two 4-year-olds in separate rooms.
Personally I'd still get him the hooker.
I'm a little humor-challenged right now, but I'm not finding the repetitive hooker refrain particularly funny. The systematic degradation and sexual abuse of women for profit isn't the best punch line, and you should move on.
How the hell do they get it halfway up their backs? I mean... they are covered, and they still manage to... Oh gods, the memories. *cringes*
Many years ago, when Eldest was merely an infant, I had a semi-friend with a daughter the same age who was one of those incredibly competitive parents. "My kid is doing x, is your kid doing x yet? My kid is already wearing size y, is your kid wearing size y yet?" and so on and so forth,
constantly.
Anyhoo, when the kids were about 8 months old, I got talked into meeting her at the local mall for some shop&walk, and I got out my stroller, and my kid, and the kid's diaper bag, and she got out her kid and stroller and nothing else. I said, "hey, we're going to be in the mall for a few hours, do you need to bring anything else?" and she allowed as how
her kid was already staying dry and wouldn't need any sort of changing gear. Ooookay. Off we went into the mall. We weren't in there more than 10 minutes when her kid makes this face, and there's this
sound that I absolutely cannot describe except to say I'll never forget it, and then a horrible stench. Sure enough, her kid had a blowout so badly it came out the back of the
neck of her onesie.
Ah, and alas, my poor not-yet-size-y kid had no spare clothes in her bag that would fit her superior child.
Its worse when they're exploding from both ends... in a kiddy pool... on other children swimming...
That has not happened to us. Yet. Thank the gods.
Now I feel guilty for not writing
I also feel guilty for buying a horse.
Horse is awesome and needed a good home, and you are awesome and needed a good horse. Everything else will work out.
And hey, I just sent a story off to Big Name Market With Ridiculously Long Turnaround so that I can feel like I'm "doing something" with my writing for the next several months while I don't do anything with my writing.
We've all been there, or will be. Don't stress about it.