[ooc: had to delete and copy/paste... oh, I miss paid account... ;~;]ixarms_reloadxiFebruary 28 2010, 04:24:47 UTC
THERE AREN'T ANY MICE! That I've seen! 'cept the little stuffed doll Gracie left last time she was visiting. But that one's cute, so we'll keep it. :P
What lesson? Use something heavier than you (I.E., a buttered bagel) to hold my feet? XD I'll make Braig lay on them next time. Or the twins. One baby on each foot! Just as long as Heidi doesn't eat my toes again...
She's alright. Dilan likes her- he sings along to that one song with the babbling in it. Every time he hears it, he goes, "GAH GAH GAH!" Our son's destined to be a rockstar! ... with a strange taste in clothing...
Of course you'd find a freak to not be all bad. Birds of a feather, my love. :P I'M KIDDING! You're a billion times sexier than that.
[Private] While I'm thinking about it, everything going on is just rubbing me the wrong way. It just reeks of fiasco and memories of last year, both at the beginning and the end. Call me paranoid, but nothing of this settles right with me.
If things start getting bad, I want to send the kids out to Radiant Garden with Granddad. I'd like you to go with them, but I know you. They'll be safe with him, he won't let anything happen and the man who married my mother won't have access to them. They'll be fine.
[ooc: I'd get you a paid account if LJ wasn't so anal against Irish debit cards... *sob* *woe*]femme_savageFebruary 28 2010, 13:23:29 UTC
Good. No vermin around the kids and all will be toast-ee. Ugh, gotta stop watching cartoons with Hunter in the morning... I'm picking up a damaging vocabulary...
Don't fucking attack my head without prior warning! And use a buttered bagel next time you want a footrest. Dweeb.
He's destined for greatness! And hey, you've gotta love her bizarre dresses. Only a select few could get away with looking that freaky! And I play it cos the kids like it, and I happen to like it, too. You're outnumbered, mon amour :P
And I have a better nose~~
[Private] I'm down for the kids getting the fuck out, but suggest that I should leave with them and I'll kick you in the fucking nuts. The feminist movement did happen here, Xig. Women can do more than just cook, clean and spit out babies.
I know, how bizarre, but it's true!
I can defend myself; I can use a gun, I know self-defense and, if pushed, I know where to put a knife to make it hurt. I'll be just fine where I am. [/Private]
[ooc: I'll get it later. XD I has the monies somewhere!]ixarms_reloadxiMarch 1 2010, 00:02:38 UTC
Toastee? What? Eh, I say we make him watch the good old school stuff like Dragon Ball Z, and Animaniacs, and Pinky and the Brain... you know, the shit that built character in each and every one of us!
I didn't attack your head! I thought you were bleeding, I went to investigate! Granted, I was a bit enthusiastic and spaztic about it, but hey- you like surprises!
You'd look good in some of those dresses~ minus the horrible headgear, of course. And for a second there I thought you called me "Mom Armor". My one eye is dyslexic, what the fuck? XD
YOU HAVE AN ADORABLE, TASTY NOSE.
[Private] Shut your face, you know I worry more than I should. I can't help it! I like you too much to lose you.
I know you'll be fine. I'm just a worry wart.
But just don't go anywhere alone? Don't make me pout at you! That little puppy face Heidi makes- she got it from me! And I can do it better! I've got 25 years of practice! [/Private]
What lesson? Use something heavier than you (I.E., a buttered bagel) to hold my feet? XD I'll make Braig lay on them next time. Or the twins. One baby on each foot! Just as long as Heidi doesn't eat my toes again...
She's alright. Dilan likes her- he sings along to that one song with the babbling in it. Every time he hears it, he goes, "GAH GAH GAH!" Our son's destined to be a rockstar! ... with a strange taste in clothing...
Of course you'd find a freak to not be all bad. Birds of a feather, my love. :P I'M KIDDING! You're a billion times sexier than that.
[Private]
While I'm thinking about it, everything going on is just rubbing me the wrong way. It just reeks of fiasco and memories of last year, both at the beginning and the end. Call me paranoid, but nothing of this settles right with me.
If things start getting bad, I want to send the kids out to Radiant Garden with Granddad. I'd like you to go with them, but I know you. They'll be safe with him, he won't let anything happen and the man who married my mother won't have access to them. They'll be fine.
What say ye, dear queen?
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Don't fucking attack my head without prior warning! And use a buttered bagel next time you want a footrest. Dweeb.
He's destined for greatness! And hey, you've gotta love her bizarre dresses. Only a select few could get away with looking that freaky! And I play it cos the kids like it, and I happen to like it, too. You're outnumbered, mon amour :P
And I have a better nose~~
[Private]
I'm down for the kids getting the fuck out, but suggest that I should leave with them and I'll kick you in the fucking nuts. The feminist movement did happen here, Xig. Women can do more than just cook, clean and spit out babies.
I know, how bizarre, but it's true!
I can defend myself; I can use a gun, I know self-defense and, if pushed, I know where to put a knife to make it hurt. I'll be just fine where I am.
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I didn't attack your head! I thought you were bleeding, I went to investigate! Granted, I was a bit enthusiastic and spaztic about it, but hey- you like surprises!
You'd look good in some of those dresses~ minus the horrible headgear, of course. And for a second there I thought you called me "Mom Armor". My one eye is dyslexic, what the fuck? XD
YOU HAVE AN ADORABLE, TASTY NOSE.
[Private]
Shut your face, you know I worry more than I should. I can't help it! I like you too much to lose you.
I know you'll be fine. I'm just a worry wart.
But just don't go anywhere alone? Don't make me pout at you! That little puppy face Heidi makes- she got it from me! And I can do it better! I've got 25 years of practice!
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