Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.
Nothing more fun than having to trail a guy you've busted for several felony gang murders so said gangs don't try and take him out before, during and after he's on trial.
No peace for the wicked, I guess. There goes my plan to take Babs and Mary down to the circus this week before they head out on tour for the summer. Harry's never gonna let me hear the end of it.
Talking of which, Mary's started trying to pull herself up using the coffee table, which looks more like a bumper car than a coffee table with all the corner widgets stuck to it. She's hit her head on the thing three times already. First time was the worst - I was out in the kitchen when I heard the thump. I've read somewhere that the bigger deal you make out of it, the more likely they'll kick up a fuss, which makes sense, but man, it was so hard to just watch her for a second to see if she was really hurt. It's like every neuron in your brain fires at once. Anyway, she sank back onto the floor, her diaper making this "whoosh" sound, and she just got this amazed look on her face as if to say, "That wasn't supposed to happen." And she thought about it, and thought about it, and then... she lurched forward and tried to do it again.
Face, meet palm. Hi.
No peace for the wicked, I guess. There goes my plan to take Babs and Mary down to the circus this week before they head out on tour for the summer. Harry's never gonna let me hear the end of it.
Talking of which, Mary's started trying to pull herself up using the coffee table, which looks more like a bumper car than a coffee table with all the corner widgets stuck to it. She's hit her head on the thing three times already. First time was the worst - I was out in the kitchen when I heard the thump. I've read somewhere that the bigger deal you make out of it, the more likely they'll kick up a fuss, which makes sense, but man, it was so hard to just watch her for a second to see if she was really hurt. It's like every neuron in your brain fires at once. Anyway, she sank back onto the floor, her diaper making this "whoosh" sound, and she just got this amazed look on her face as if to say, "That wasn't supposed to happen." And she thought about it, and thought about it, and then... she lurched forward and tried to do it again.
Face, meet palm. Hi.