I should say I took it into my head he'd never be born. The doctor told me I was having another boy.
I thought navel-gazing was just for those writing literary fiction? (I mean no disrespect to you folks who write it. I sure can't.)
Doctor was wrong, right? Mine was always right. I guessed both the sexes before my kidlets came into the world.I should say I took it into my head he'd never be born. The doctor told me I was having another boy.
Jealous. Only email I'm getting are AW notifications. Mind you, I like seeing those too.One R at the end of the day, short and not-sweet.
Doctor was wrong, right? Mine was always right. I guessed both the sexes before my kidlets came into the world.
Hathor: What is an easy birth like? Mine were horribly long and painful.
Also, fabulous word-adding suggestions. You have learned so much since you started cutting away from your work. I'm impressed.
Oh my Godiva, I can't stop laughing. THANK YOU for this. Made my morning.Yep, that's my system. Of course, you can switch to the reverse or some more complicated system if you want. (Phase of the moon?)
For you, Carleree, since you indicated you couldn't watch the Pens/Flyers game. A montage of Sid the Kid's night. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=ki9BBjg0fbw&NR=1
*passes cupcakes around* They're good, too.Here I thought the problem was me watching. I don't know how many of these one-goal-margin games I can take.
I listened to the final period in the car and was yelling about the officiating. How peculiar is that? Then the last few seconds were taking forever. We were approaching the underground parking garage, and I thought we'd lose the signal. I told my husband to drive around the block. (He refused but then missed the turn in, so we had to do that anyway )
Another game tomorrow here, scheduled at a time overlapping with a baseball game I have tickets for. Really, there are four partial series, and I picked the one that has had games for every home hockey playoff game so far I'm not sure where I can see the end. Probably hard to get a seat at a sports bar in the middle of the game.
Saw a long play tonight (nearly four hours). All I could think of was what an agent today would say upon reading dialogue like that. Probably wouldn't get past the first speech. Funny line though -- the novelist character making a crack about how everybody thinks they can write.
I'd love a cupcake, assuming you have any left. I'll share some of my chocolate. But maybe for breakfast. I'm tired now...
*passes cupcakes around* They're good, too.
I have a problem. Something tells me if I don't watch the game tonight, my team will win. That being said, if I'm wrong, I'll have missed the last game of the season and I don't want that either. No PVR right now (because I live in the middle of nowhere) so I can't even record it.
What to do..what to do..?