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Oct. 31st, 2007 01:30 pmFEMA faked a press conference. 'Cause they definitely asked the same questions actual reporters would ask...they didn't use the very, very easiest questions possible or anything. Jeeze.
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In niftier news, The Mythbusters Wiki
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Baby Giraffe! So utterly, utterly cute.
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Yes, yes, of course I have more to say than just linkage. Now if I only knew what that was...
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Ohhhhhhhhhhh poop. Robert Goulet died.
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Unless the child does something truly heinous, she gets to go trick-or-treating tonight. YAY! Also, thank ghu H'ween is finally here and I don't have to deal with it any longer.
'Cause, I don't open the door...the doorbell ringing when I'm not expecting it is not a happy experience for me. Having it happen multiple times just makes me want to put a blanket over my head. No, I don't know why. But working through it only makes it worse. So, I either go upstairs and read or poke around on the 'net, trying to push down my feelings of "Hey, you trick-or-treated, shouldn't you answer the door for this generation?" I'd probably feel worse about it, but Sam and Jeff seem to really like answering the door. *And* I made sure we had nifty H'ween pretzels (individually wrapped, natch), so I refuse to add to my guilt.
I will, of course, take a million pictures of my kid and listen to her excited stories. But then, we've finally gotten her to stop ringing the doorbell when she and her dad come in. Not because it makes me jump ('cause, as I said, expected bell rings are fine) but because it's purely obnoxious. We do let her do it once in a great while though, 'cause it is fun. :)
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In niftier news, The Mythbusters Wiki
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Baby Giraffe! So utterly, utterly cute.
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Yes, yes, of course I have more to say than just linkage. Now if I only knew what that was...
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Ohhhhhhhhhhh poop. Robert Goulet died.
~~~
Unless the child does something truly heinous, she gets to go trick-or-treating tonight. YAY! Also, thank ghu H'ween is finally here and I don't have to deal with it any longer.
'Cause, I don't open the door...the doorbell ringing when I'm not expecting it is not a happy experience for me. Having it happen multiple times just makes me want to put a blanket over my head. No, I don't know why. But working through it only makes it worse. So, I either go upstairs and read or poke around on the 'net, trying to push down my feelings of "Hey, you trick-or-treated, shouldn't you answer the door for this generation?" I'd probably feel worse about it, but Sam and Jeff seem to really like answering the door. *And* I made sure we had nifty H'ween pretzels (individually wrapped, natch), so I refuse to add to my guilt.
I will, of course, take a million pictures of my kid and listen to her excited stories. But then, we've finally gotten her to stop ringing the doorbell when she and her dad come in. Not because it makes me jump ('cause, as I said, expected bell rings are fine) but because it's purely obnoxious. We do let her do it once in a great while though, 'cause it is fun. :)
