"Hey, you've reached Jack. Leave a message. And, sweetheart, if it's you I'm sorry. I know I'm supposed to pick up your calls."

(Reach mun here, too.)

(Old log. Co-written with lovely_msstone. Everyone else are NPCs by us.So far Christmas morning had gone well for Jack. He had made a hot breakfast for them both, and they had started off with opening each other’s gifts. He could have taken her gifts with them on their rounds for family visits, but he really wanted to do this part in private. He had hardly ( Read more... )

He had never before been so shaky with nerves while making breakfast than he was on Christmas morning, knowing he was only moments away from asking her the one question that could change everything.

He was scared that if he asked her, she wouldn't only say no, but she'd run scared and leave him.

It's training season. Time to start stretchin' out the stomach for Thanksgiving!

One of my patients died today. She was a nice lady...a bit odd, but nice. She came in this morning with her dog, but she didn't have any next of kin that we could get a hold of. None of her neighbors really knew her and they didn't want the dog. How do I know? Boss had me wandering around her building with him, knocking on doors ( Read more... )

Haven't had Rockband: Beatles for 24 hours yet, and the X-box is dead. If this is Murphy laughing at me - again - he can go screw himself.

Didn't even get to play "Yellow Submarine" yet.

He never thought boys should ever be considered pretty, but when she calls him her pretty boy, he feels like the luckiest guy alive.

His note, written on the hotel stationary and left on her Mountain Dew while he snuck off to work, read, "Can we go back to Hawaii now?"

One of the things he loves best about big sis coming to visit is all of the food she cooks for him.