I'm overdue for an update, and I was really going to give it a good shot. But then I read my sister's eloquently detailed post and really, she's said it much better than I can seem to right now
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she totally put everything in the perfect words. i'm still grappling over seeing this all happen.
i love it, here! i know we do this with every place i think we love when we're there, but i really think we need to put sydney on the list of possible retirement possibilities.
sorry i'm so crazy, baby. i promise that i'll stop being crazy just when it's time to fly back to new york ;). at least i know what strategy to use to not only get you to go to the zoo with me, but to force you to indulge all my crocodile dundee fantasies, too? rawr!
Well, it's a lot better than falling into the tired old American cliche of hating everywhere that isn't America. I can't count the number of times I've almost cried in public in Paris upon hearing some yahoo from Oregon complaining about the "weird food" and "why don't they have free Coke refills, dammit?"
I knew it! It'll be our last day and you'll be all well adjusted...and then I'll have to pack you on the plane again. Ha, if I don't lose you to Russell Crowe, first! Dammit, I just can't compete with an alpha male, you know!
Crocodile Dundee fantasies....rawr indeed. Can we have sex in a hammock after you rescue me from creepy crawlies in the Outback?
haha, no, instead we'll fall into the tired old american cliche of hating american tourists everywhere we go! and the only time i've ever complained about the weird food was during my london butter crisis.
no packing me on the plane in a puppy crate, dammit!! i'll cry the whole flight and spill my water dish and make the newspapers soggy. you can't live with yourself after that... I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT!
help, i'm hyper.
i don't think you have to worry much about competing with russell crowe, baby. even though it's cute. i'm pretty sure his wife would have something to say about it. and i beg to differ, you compete with alpha males all the time. brilliantly.
i think i need to think about this hammock more. might as well while i'm on my apparent testosterone overdose!
haha, no, instead we'll fall into the tired old american cliche of hating american tourists everywhere we go!
Well, some of them do make it awfully easy! You just have to look for the shorts/black socks combo, fanny pack and barely-creased guidebook. Oh god, the London butter crisis. Wasn't that to do with chicken or something? You have the weirdest food traumas sometimes.
Awww, Stephen in a pile of soggy newspaper. I'll buy you a puppy-pad instead. And little booties. And I'll buy you a nice chew toy.
If you put on the tool belt while installing the hammock, I'm yours until you're too spent to move ;)
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i love it, here! i know we do this with every place i think we love when we're there, but i really think we need to put sydney on the list of possible retirement possibilities.
sorry i'm so crazy, baby. i promise that i'll stop being crazy just when it's time to fly back to new york ;). at least i know what strategy to use to not only get you to go to the zoo with me, but to force you to indulge all my crocodile dundee fantasies, too? rawr!
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I knew it! It'll be our last day and you'll be all well adjusted...and then I'll have to pack you on the plane again. Ha, if I don't lose you to Russell Crowe, first! Dammit, I just can't compete with an alpha male, you know!
Crocodile Dundee fantasies....rawr indeed. Can we have sex in a hammock after you rescue me from creepy crawlies in the Outback?
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no packing me on the plane in a puppy crate, dammit!! i'll cry the whole flight and spill my water dish and make the newspapers soggy. you can't live with yourself after that... I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT!
help, i'm hyper.
i don't think you have to worry much about competing with russell crowe, baby. even though it's cute. i'm pretty sure his wife would have something to say about it. and i beg to differ, you compete with alpha males all the time. brilliantly.
i think i need to think about this hammock more. might as well while i'm on my apparent testosterone overdose!
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Well, some of them do make it awfully easy! You just have to look for the shorts/black socks combo, fanny pack and barely-creased guidebook. Oh god, the London butter crisis. Wasn't that to do with chicken or something? You have the weirdest food traumas sometimes.
Awww, Stephen in a pile of soggy newspaper. I'll buy you a puppy-pad instead. And little booties. And I'll buy you a nice chew toy.
If you put on the tool belt while installing the hammock, I'm yours until you're too spent to move ;)
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