Uncle Leo and Jerry's nana.
Uncle Leo and Jerry's nana.
TBS played the Festivus ep every day in the week running up to Festivus proper and I watched it at least 3 times. It's a spectacular premise.
My uncle's girlfriend is supposed to be teaching me this year. I'm pretty excited. I love crafting, but was a major knitting failure (left handed grandmother teaching me, also left handed how to knit right handed. It was a mess). I'm looking forward to crocheting.
I generally listen to NPR in the car, and any time they play sound bites where he speaks, I turn it off. I am really striving for four years without actually hearing the man say a word, and I know even then I'll hear him overpronouncing China in my nightmares.
I always assumed they were smaller as well. We used to host a group at our church and they used the parlor which only holds 10-15 comfortably. I guess smaller groups are in danger of folding though, which is what I think happened with ours.
I stayed away from Fantastic Beasts because of poor reviews until this weekend when I went with my sister. Perhaps because of lowered expectations, I really enjoyed it.
Does that mean I shouldn't have expectations that the dog will respond as a person would? I get that — my dog freaks out when x happens, I can't just reason with him that x isn't the end of the world, or whatever. But if it's like, don't treat him like a person, he has to enter the house after me, alpha stuff, I am…
Since its already trained as a service animal, I'd imagine it's on a different learning curve than just getting one from a shelter. I hope they are leaving you with heaps of info on what the dog is used to, knows, etc.
Oh that really sucks. A couple of years ago they moved our insurance dates to actually coincide with the calendar year (hooray!) so I just got a new bundle of money to slowly spend on $12 prescriptions and then buy glasses and sunglasses in December.
I had so many blankets on the bed last night when I went to bed and then I woke up in the middle of the night and was SO HOT. Which is what happens when the dog is also cold and snuggles up tightly. He's like a 65 pound hot water bottle.
I'm going to start writing that on my bathroom mirror in dry erase marker when I leave the house.
The question of what would happen to my dog should something happen to me occupies 75-90% of my brain space at any given time. I know my parents would feel like they needed to take him, but he'd do horribly with them. Their house is much too loud. I think he'd probably fare best with one of the ladies who works at his…
It's really magnificent. I don't know that I'd heard the excerpts from her 1990 interview. I know I've heard lots from the 2004 one and I just heard the one last month, but the 1990 one was just so witty and wonderful I dissolved into a puddle of tears.
I cried multiple times during the Fresh Air tribute today. Most egregiously, during the introduction. So I'm sure I'll be weeping throughout VIII
We bring truly awful gifts, but wrap them beautifully, and don't unwrap until the swapping is done. So our gamesmanship is all based on whose wrapping you think it is and who is most likely to throw in a lotto ticket with their junk gift.
I just want to use this as an excuse to bring up his recreation of Robyn's "Call Your Girlfriend" video, which I've seen more times than I should admit.
Baby, you got a stew going!
Yeah, I've tried showing my boss before and she always says if it's in your favor, shut your mouth and let it go.
Tonight is one of our work parties and the caterer always brings these dessert cheesecake chimichangas that are amazing. I plan on having one in my hand at all times for the duration of the party.
I cannot upvote this because it is among my worst fears.