Haven't been writing since I've been working and studying for and then taking my final exams. Went well. They should probably be here in time for my birthday, which will either be the worst present ever or the best present ever ( Read more... )

My flat is almost too big for all the gifts that Katie got between the Bells, Harkisses, Goldsteins and even Mona's mother gave us something, although that was about a week ago. Katie has no idea how popular she is, but she'll figure it out one day when they dissolve Parliament in honour of her birthday ( Read more... )

Never tell a girl you've got her birthday present before her actual birthday, because that opens everything up to one great big game of twenty questions.

And if your girl is anything like mine, a lot of "Really, you didn't have to, I hope you didn't spend too much on it."
Where has the art of romance gone ( Read more... )

My twenty-first birthday is next week. I hope you'll all have something for me.

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Looks like I'm officially a cripple, at least for now. Fair warning: kick the cane out from under me and I'll beat you with it later.

Working a lot these days, but Carrie seems to be doing all right, and Tim's looking more and more like he's actually got a social life (read: hungover). I don't know who he's going out with, but I'm not a gossip so ( Read more... )

Christmas is coming, Naomi and I are keeping it quiet, it looks like it should be a good time. I spent far too much on Katie this year.

Also? No more cane to mock me about, so take that.

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Please don't say anything to me, Annie.Well, I'll tell those of us who haven't got the news yet, but I think we've covered everyone except Emerson -- won't you be glad to be out of school, Emerson, and not be the last to get the news about the family? -- I'll just go on and say it. Caroline's pregnant (quite obviously, I even told her I meant to ( Read more... )

I made the mistake of forgetting to read Katie her bedtime book last night and she crawled into my bed and put it in my face until I read it. All right then. Who am I to deny the demands of the one and a half year old? (Well, nearly.) I read it. Four times. And then Naomi read it to her twice. She really likes that book ( Read more... )

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