Posted in gambit care on April 28, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Blogging may be a bit light over the next few days, as The Chef is attempting to help The Gambit adjust to things like light and fabric, and could use all the help she can get.
Posted in reality fishing on April 25, 2008 | No Comments »
The baby-having process is slimy and disgusting, and if not for advantageous amnesia-inducing hormones released immediately after delivery, the human race would have died out long ago.
Posted in domesticity or lack thereof on April 24, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Robin G: You are NOT drinking Guinness while you’re having an EPIDURAL.
Posted in domesticity or lack thereof on April 23, 2008 | No Comments »
Tomorrow, a certain individual will be receiving an eviction notice in the form of a pitcocin drip:
The Chef is handling this all tolerably well, aside from a certain degree of disbelief manifesting in the form of WoW leveling. I am prepared in my duty, which is to be snarky and see how long I can [...]
Posted in creative implosions on April 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Communication is everything.
1987
Daddy and I are having a Fight. I wanted to watch Cartoons, he wanted to watch The News. I hate The News. I know how to use the New Remote now, so I put on Cartoons. Daddy yelled, and I went to my room.
For a little while I kick things because it is [...]
