I had a lot of free time in high school.
Thank you, JJ. Keep it coming.
All I could think of while Syd and Marshall were under the desk and Sark was sitting right there was “Ooo, crotch shot.”
Don’t mess with spy!daddy. He’s da man.
I still think Lauren and Syd should be friends and both should ditch Vaughn. But he looked all cute lying in bed. Needed some TLC. I would not be opposed to giving it to him.
Marshall. You continue to rock my socks. He was very much digging his cowboy self, as was I. And the high school picture? It had me in stitches.
So Sark just bounces from bad group to bad group. He’s so very flexible like that.
Mmm, flexible Sark. Now there’s a happy thought.
The parentals just called. They’re staying up in NY another night with my brother and his family. The baby may need a couple operations on his heart, I think. They won’t know for another day or so. My mom said he’s all hooked up to a bunch of machines. That has to horrible to see. In a way I’m glad I’m not up there but in a bigger way I’m annoyed that I’m not there. I keep thinking that I might never actually see my nephew. Trying to be positive but you all know me, I have won Miss Pessimistic nearly 22 years running now.
I have a cold. I am going to bed. I know I will be forcing myself out of bed tomorrow. Hopefully my first words tomorrow when I wake up won’t be my usual, “Son of a bitch.” I need a happier phrase to blurt out when I wake up in the mornings.