The little monkie got a million shots on Friday (during which appointment I got a migraine and had to call in to work for the rest of the day), then I fell down carrying her on Saturday. Injury count (me, not her): one (1) sprained wrist, in brace; one (1) bandaged forearm; two (2) scraped and bruised knees; one (1) appointment Thursday for MRI on
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GG had me dying of awesome.
No DC fic this month, sadly, as it's Novel Time in Casa de Moneypenny. I have 1000 words so far!
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ANYWAY. There is no feel-good DA/DC fic that you haven't already seen. Grr, we need more readable fic in this fandom! /o\
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I slipped going downstairs with my 2-year-old daughter, sprained the bejeezus out of my ankle and the momentum took A's head right into the stair bannister! Fortunately, she is very hard-headed!
Mr. Bone's mom tripped at the top of a flight of stairs and launched him the entire length of the stairwell -- he missed the dryer at the bottom of the stairs by inches. In a panic, they drove him to the hospital (he wasn't even 1 yet; it was 1966) and the doctor took looked at him, looked at her and said, "He's fine. I'm worried about you."
The fact that YOU are hurt instead of her tells me volumes about your momminess. :)
(And yes, GG was pretty fucking ninja last night. Eric rocks. Chuck rules. And Nate can spend the entire season with his lips vacuum-locked to someone and that would be a-okay with me.)
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Chuuuuuuuuck. LOVE IT.
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