Still alive over here
There aren't words to describe how wonderful it felt to check my lj and find 20 comments to last night's post. I was sneaking a glance at it and Blake walked in, so I minimized it, but not before he saw a bad word. (The one that was used, what, 80 times in a 900 word essay?) He was shocked, but I assured him that a friend sent me some crazy link with bad words in it.
I owe you all responses, but I'm dealing in the way I do best, and focusing my energy on other things, so those are going to come later.
Today was spent with Blake. He finished typing the Pengilley Ave Times on my computer, did butler chores, provided security services, and helped me stuff 500 envelopes for a company party we're having in a few months. (tt and E got to help stuff 1300 of them earlier in the week.) I've hooked him up with our talkabout radios, and he loves to make calls and use cool terminology on the radio. I am a total dork at heart, too, so sitting around having conversations like the following is totally fun:
"Miss Jessica, what sector of the house are you in?"
"Jessica reporting from sector two."
"Security copies. How do you spell president?"
"P-r-e-s-i-d-e-n-t. Over."
"Copy that."
*doorbell rings*
"Security reporting to sector two to answer the door! You have visitors. Two. Should I let them in?"
(It's a five-year-old Ronnie and his six-year-old cousin Larry, who saw Blake's bike outside and wanted to see him.)
"Please frisk the visitors. Over."
"Visitors are bearing two stuffed animals."
"Permission for entry granted."
I owe you all responses, but I'm dealing in the way I do best, and focusing my energy on other things, so those are going to come later.
Today was spent with Blake. He finished typing the Pengilley Ave Times on my computer, did butler chores, provided security services, and helped me stuff 500 envelopes for a company party we're having in a few months. (tt and E got to help stuff 1300 of them earlier in the week.) I've hooked him up with our talkabout radios, and he loves to make calls and use cool terminology on the radio. I am a total dork at heart, too, so sitting around having conversations like the following is totally fun:
"Miss Jessica, what sector of the house are you in?"
"Jessica reporting from sector two."
"Security copies. How do you spell president?"
"P-r-e-s-i-d-e-n-t. Over."
"Copy that."
*doorbell rings*
"Security reporting to sector two to answer the door! You have visitors. Two. Should I let them in?"
(It's a five-year-old Ronnie and his six-year-old cousin Larry, who saw Blake's bike outside and wanted to see him.)
"Please frisk the visitors. Over."
"Visitors are bearing two stuffed animals."
"Permission for entry granted."