The wisdom of fathers: economy of motion and stuff. OR Jesus wants my Barbie dolls.

[marie_red]

Lesson One:  Just Jiggle the Head

Last week KT went down for an afternoon nap, and James and I lept at the opportunity to take a nap ourselves.  We'd just laid down and had a bit of snogging (isn't that a fabulous word?  Thank you, J K Rowling, for teaching me the word "snogging") when she woke up again.  I was so far from being willing to deal

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[ashlienyc]

I have been reading all your back posts and they are BEEE-YOOO-TEEE-FULLL. I'm just gonna combine all my comments on them into one giganto-comment.

1. I must have an underdeveloped amygla-thing too. But I'm particularly grateful for yours, if it was responsible for the raptor imitations!

2. Jesus wants your Barbies because they're gonna do a Barbie version of the Sound of Music and put it on Youtube. Send your Skippers, too! ...I have way too much stuff.

3. I am so glad to hear (or is it see?) you are happy and loving and loved.

4. Yeah, that theatre company who wouldn't hire both of you can kiss my big white booty. Totally asinine.

[marie_red]

Hello! You're alive and well! I am VERY glad to hear it! I'm going to bop right over to your page and read all about you. I've missed you (and we always try to follow what you're doing).