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...just kidding. Still. Feels like I've got a donut stuck in my left ventricle. Spent a good chunk of the night at work slumped over Corey's cubicle because it felt like Mark Mangino was sitting on my chest. For those of you who've never met the man, trust me, it's not a feeling you want to have. And I've been remembering to take my meds. I'm actually worried.
File under adorable: Tiny Moo and Moosie's first Christmas together. Loathe as I am to acknowledge cuteness in any way, shape or form, I admit that I would be totally lost without the kids. But at least now they have each other. I've been listening to audio clips of Tiny before Moosie arrived, and Tiny sounded a lot sadder. Lonelier. I think he's much happier now. Of course, he spends most of his time either serenading Moosie or leaning down and going CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP in Moosie's ear, which is apparently a sign of severe affection.
But Moosie's been genetically tested, and, yep, he's a boy. Tiny's in for quite a disappointment. Still, where Moosie goes, Tiny must follow, poofing up his wings to show how big and macho he is, thrusting his head into Moosie's side and begging to be preened. Too. Cute. For words.
Fourteen years ago on this date, yours truly decided to see if he could drive an hour home. After midnight, without headlights. Yours truly was stupid, but adequately skilled. I like to think I've gotten...if not more sane, at least more aware. Ah, youth, where every torment was the end of the world. I was young, I was dumb, but I got better. It just amuses me to imagine myself back then. I'd hate me.
And my nephew's home for a visit. He's got the worst job in the world: he's a firefighter. In Iraq. Wow. I'd swear he was just trying to throw off my inter-family dead pool between me and my brother (sans one leg, one finger and a handful of ribs). Puts the one-hour commute in perspective.
File under adorable: Tiny Moo and Moosie's first Christmas together. Loathe as I am to acknowledge cuteness in any way, shape or form, I admit that I would be totally lost without the kids. But at least now they have each other. I've been listening to audio clips of Tiny before Moosie arrived, and Tiny sounded a lot sadder. Lonelier. I think he's much happier now. Of course, he spends most of his time either serenading Moosie or leaning down and going CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP in Moosie's ear, which is apparently a sign of severe affection. But Moosie's been genetically tested, and, yep, he's a boy. Tiny's in for quite a disappointment. Still, where Moosie goes, Tiny must follow, poofing up his wings to show how big and macho he is, thrusting his head into Moosie's side and begging to be preened. Too. Cute. For words.
Fourteen years ago on this date, yours truly decided to see if he could drive an hour home. After midnight, without headlights. Yours truly was stupid, but adequately skilled. I like to think I've gotten...if not more sane, at least more aware. Ah, youth, where every torment was the end of the world. I was young, I was dumb, but I got better. It just amuses me to imagine myself back then. I'd hate me.
And my nephew's home for a visit. He's got the worst job in the world: he's a firefighter. In Iraq. Wow. I'd swear he was just trying to throw off my inter-family dead pool between me and my brother (sans one leg, one finger and a handful of ribs). Puts the one-hour commute in perspective.
