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Post by Squeemonster on Sept 29, 2009 13:58:00 GMT -5
Does that mean Lola is . . . LUCIFER???  Or Sam. Although I'm not sure she's tall enough for that... No, Spring is Sammy, what with the drinking demon blood and starting the Apocalypse. And because every time she talks, all I hear is "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH...." as in "Tall Tales." |
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Post by Jan on Sept 29, 2009 13:58:17 GMT -5
I got a fever... Thank you, Monnie! |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Sept 29, 2009 13:58:25 GMT -5
Ooooh! We have a nummy newcomer! (Well, 2, if you count Emily but she's already 9 days old and hardly a newcomer any more.) Welcome Avrylis! (We keep many extra exclamation points in the Thrall Room closet, so don't worry about ever running out. I sure don't.) Numfar, do the dance of welcoming fresh meat newcomers!   I have put away the tissues and Dayquil, and finished all my work, so I'll probably be around more. (Just suck it up and deal, Spring.  ) We're still trying to buy a car. I hate buying cars. Hate it. And I had my teeth cleaned this morning and they took xrays and found a cavity. I can't believe they gave me a cavity. I know I didn't have one when I walked in, so it must be their fault. Why me? Moan. Sigh. Jan's back! Jan's back! And for Avrylis:  Besides of which, I love that shot. |
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Post by Squeemonster on Sept 29, 2009 14:01:48 GMT -5
I voted for the little bugger last night, although I think this shameless pandering is unseemly. Done again. |
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Post by Squeemonster on Sept 29, 2009 14:03:07 GMT -5
Or Bobby? Naaaah. Lola is totally Satan, evil little temptress that she is. ;D  Bobby? The one who shows up to be the voice of reason, wears a baseball hat, and is generally awesome in every way? No, clearly that's me.  Point taken, oh Reasonable One. ;D |
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Post by Squeemonster on Sept 29, 2009 14:04:29 GMT -5
I got a fever...<  > Thank you, Monnie! You're welcome. ;D  |
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Post by Sue on Sept 29, 2009 14:08:08 GMT -5
I need a roster:
Dean = Monnie
Castiel = Monnie
(i.e. Monnie = Dean + Castiel?)
Sam = Spring
Bobby = Sara
Lola = Lucifer
Is it only the 3 of you tripping?
Who will Jan and rich be?
Is it j
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Post by Jan on Sept 29, 2009 14:09:15 GMT -5
Bobby? The one who shows up to be the voice of reason, wears a baseball hat, and is generally awesome in every way? No, clearly that's me. Point taken, oh Reasonable One. ;D Indeed. Awesome+Reasonable+Baseball Hat=Bobby Awesome+Reasonable+Baseball Hat=Sara Sara=Bobby QED |
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Post by SpringSummers on Sept 29, 2009 14:11:35 GMT -5
Hey! Avrilys! Nice saunter. Welcome to the board. Stay a while....We have cookies. Or are cookies. Or maybe we are only half-baked...at times... At times? *sigh* I've been trying to write ONE PAGE of my research statement for job applications for three days now. Why must academic job application deadlines coincide with my maternity leave? And WHY must my PILs be here? I'm sorry, I know they mean well, but it is NOT HELPING ME. It's making me insane. Between having her rearrange my kitchen organization to suit herself (and re-rearranging it after I put it right), the apparently genetic inability to get dishes actually CLEAN when they're washed, the constant ridiculous advice about my baby (she was NOT cold in just a onesie in the 90 degree weather, okay?), the insistence that if I take my daughter outside she'll drop dead of whatever this mysterious Vietnamese plague is that takes babies less than a month old. (Does she think, incidentally, that my home and the hospital/pediatrician's office are connected by subterranean tunnels?) I'm just counting the days until they go home. I really appreciate the cooking, I do, but it's not worth the constant invasion of my privacy. Having my MIL walk in while my boobs are exposed? Not something I signed up for. Not that I have a lot of modesty, inherently, but really. My anatomy is now apparently a matter of public inspection. ICK. How much longer must you endure? |
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Post by SpringSummers on Sept 29, 2009 14:12:39 GMT -5
Oh, and Sue: "XD" is (unless I'm smoking something: still and always entirely possible) an emoticon to indicate a big grin and scrunched-close (with smiling) eyes. Thanks Matthew. then DX is me smiling with squinchy eyes while standing on my head? Nah. It's just 60 in Roman Numerals.  |
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Post by Jan on Sept 29, 2009 14:16:25 GMT -5
Thanks Matthew. then DX is me smiling with squinchy eyes while standing on my head? Nah. It's just 60 in Roman Numerals. You're giving away your age again, Spring. ;D |
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Post by SpringSummers on Sept 29, 2009 14:17:08 GMT -5
I need a roster: Dean = Monnie Castiel = Monnie (i.e. Monnie = Dean + Castiel?) Sam = Spring Bobby = Sara Lola = Lucifer Is it only the 3 of you tripping? Who will Jan and rich be? Is it j That's a tough one, because Lola is a great Lucifer, but it is tailor made for Jan, also . . . Monnie needs to give one of her identities up - I think Rich should be Castiel. |
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Post by SpringSummers on Sept 29, 2009 14:18:02 GMT -5
Nah. It's just 60 in Roman Numerals. You're giving away your age again, Spring. ;D Hey, I'm not the one who was around before they had dirt! |
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Post by Squeemonster on Sept 29, 2009 14:20:32 GMT -5
I need a roster: Dean = Monnie Castiel = Monnie (i.e. Monnie = Dean + Castiel?) Sam = Spring Bobby = Sara Lola = Lucifer Is it only the 3 of you tripping? Who will Jan and rich be? Is it j That's a tough one, because Lola is a great Lucifer, but it is tailor made for Jan, also . . . Monnie needs to give one of her identities up - I think Rich should be Castiel. No, I can't give up one of my identities, they belong together, zomg. Rich can be the Trickster. ;D |
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Sept 29, 2009 14:21:34 GMT -5
Hey! Avrilys! Nice saunter. Welcome to the board. Stay a while....We have cookies. Or are cookies. Or maybe we are only half-baked...at times... At times? *sigh* I've been trying to write ONE PAGE of my research statement for job applications for three days now. Why must academic job application deadlines coincide with my maternity leave? And WHY must my PILs be here? I'm sorry, I know they mean well, but it is NOT HELPING ME. It's making me insane. Between having her rearrange my kitchen organization to suit herself (and re-rearranging it after I put it right), the apparently genetic inability to get dishes actually CLEAN when they're washed, the constant ridiculous advice about my baby (she was NOT cold in just a onesie in the 90 degree weather, okay?), the insistence that if I take my daughter outside she'll drop dead of whatever this mysterious Vietnamese plague is that takes babies less than a month old. (Does she think, incidentally, that my home and the hospital/pediatrician's office are connected by subterranean tunnels?) I'm just counting the days until they go home. I really appreciate the cooking, I do, but it's not worth the constant invasion of my privacy. Having my MIL walk in while my boobs are exposed? Not something I signed up for. Not that I have a lot of modesty, inherently, but really. My anatomy is now apparently a matter of public inspection. How well I remember. I don't know what it is with MILs that they have this sense of entitlement. Mine rearranged my kitchen then waited until I was asleep and rearranged the living room and the nursery. My then-husband was no help. He thought it was hysterically funny and asked me if I thought she was going to rearrange the baby. After that I slept with the baby until she went home. At that I did better than my friend across the way who had a baby the same time I did. Her evil MIL came before the birth and while my friend was recuperating from her C-section her MIL (in addition to the usual rearrangements) had the house painted and changed all the wallpaper. She was so pleased with herself and her "gift" and was offended when my friend (whose taste ran to modern) was less than enthusiastic over the Early American redesign of her home. |
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