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It's been far too long since we updated this journal. We are slacking in the luxury of our posh separate journals and neglecting the thing that brought us into live journal land to begin with. Poooooooooor www.livejournal.com/users/bif_and_sarah url... all we use you for these days is a quick way to get to our friends page. *patting the neglected url on the noggin* We still love this journal, updated info page and all.
Things on the ol' homefront have been running fairly smoothly... perhaps that's why we haven't felt inclined to do much updating. It's not very nice though, we realize, to only verbalize in LJ land with negativity. So here we are. Yep. Right here. *looking around* Uhmmmm. Yeah.
The other night, Sarah had a dream that there was furniture in the apartment. That was nice. Saul has been keeping quite busy with hating the universe, which suits him just fine.
More than anything, the last month or so has taught us some important lessons about red flags and where to spot them. We may have thought we learned that lesson a long time ago, but apparently Red Flag is a 400 level course that we just hadn't quite fufilled all the prerequisites for before taking. We think we've got it mastered now. The final will come the next time a dating possibility enters the playing field. *crossing fingers* We've studied hard, we think we'll do just fine.
It's time for the Simpsons and, even though it's a repeat, the Simpsons are always worth ending a journal entry for.
We love you, public masses. Okay... so maybe we don't love all of you. Maybe most of you even kind of annoy us. But, to those who are loved by us... we're giving you telepathic hugs and invitations to rub Saul's mange.
Things on the ol' homefront have been running fairly smoothly... perhaps that's why we haven't felt inclined to do much updating. It's not very nice though, we realize, to only verbalize in LJ land with negativity. So here we are. Yep. Right here. *looking around* Uhmmmm. Yeah.
The other night, Sarah had a dream that there was furniture in the apartment. That was nice. Saul has been keeping quite busy with hating the universe, which suits him just fine.
More than anything, the last month or so has taught us some important lessons about red flags and where to spot them. We may have thought we learned that lesson a long time ago, but apparently Red Flag is a 400 level course that we just hadn't quite fufilled all the prerequisites for before taking. We think we've got it mastered now. The final will come the next time a dating possibility enters the playing field. *crossing fingers* We've studied hard, we think we'll do just fine.
It's time for the Simpsons and, even though it's a repeat, the Simpsons are always worth ending a journal entry for.
We love you, public masses. Okay... so maybe we don't love all of you. Maybe most of you even kind of annoy us. But, to those who are loved by us... we're giving you telepathic hugs and invitations to rub Saul's mange.