I'm honored you chose to include me in your listmaking excursion. It inspired one of my own, which I will now share in return:
High point of my day: Your list.
Low point of my day: Lunch. It was bad. I won't go into specifics, 'cause I know it'll set off your thing. Just know that my sympathy extends into the physical today.
Cheesiest thought I've had today: "California's a great place to learn to ride a bike."
Number of times I've had to restrain myself from telling Cathy: Four. (It hasn't happened. Don't worry.)
Number of websites I've checked for morning sickness remedies: Seven.
Number of remedies I've actually found: Zero. Unfortunately. That is, beyond the ones you've already found. (Ginger apparently has magical properties. Maybe you should start spending time around Ginger the person? Or maybe not. Sticking with tea's a good plan.)
Reason why today is especially good: You don't want to kill me.
Thing that may make you reconsider this: I've been in such a sappy mood I could kill insects with my
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Low point of my day: Lunch. It was bad. I won't go into specifics, 'cause I know it'll set off your thing. Just know that my sympathy extends into the physical today.
See, you've gotta stick to foods you know to be safe for the next few months (God willing they're right about the second trimester being better. God willing I get that far.). Only one of us can be sick at a time.
If you want to tell Cathy... Can you wait until after the thing on Monday?
I'm not punching or kicking you. For one thing, I don't have the energy for it. For another, even though my desire to have much contact with it right now is, admittedly, limited, I like your skin and don't want to see it marred with bruises. That being said, I wouldn't be doing this with anyone else. I wouldn't even consider it. It's-- Well, that's it, really.
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High point of my day: Your list.
Low point of my day: Lunch. It was bad. I won't go into specifics, 'cause I know it'll set off your thing. Just know that my sympathy extends into the physical today.
Cheesiest thought I've had today: "California's a great place to learn to ride a bike."
Number of times I've had to restrain myself from telling Cathy: Four. (It hasn't happened. Don't worry.)
Number of websites I've checked for morning sickness remedies: Seven.
Number of remedies I've actually found: Zero. Unfortunately. That is, beyond the ones you've already found. (Ginger apparently has magical properties. Maybe you should start spending time around Ginger the person? Or maybe not. Sticking with tea's a good plan.)
Reason why today is especially good: You don't want to kill me.
Thing that may make you reconsider this: I've been in such a sappy mood I could kill insects with my ( ... )
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See, you've gotta stick to foods you know to be safe for the next few months (God willing they're right about the second trimester being better. God willing I get that far.). Only one of us can be sick at a time.
If you want to tell Cathy... Can you wait until after the thing on Monday?
I'm not punching or kicking you. For one thing, I don't have the energy for it. For another, even though my desire to have much contact with it right now is, admittedly, limited, I like your skin and don't want to see it marred with bruises. That being said, I wouldn't be doing this with anyone else. I wouldn't even consider it. It's-- Well, that's it, really.
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