nyargh

T.S., love, You are missed. Thought I'd pass that along, as I'd know if it were me, I'd want the warm fuzzy feeling passed along.

Now, for the pictures. Nothing fantastic.


Behold, Deeds. She says all of like, two phrases, and one of them is "nyah nyah, now you gotta kiss me". The Widget likes making her talk and he said, "I gotta kiss her?" I'm not known for my maturity, so I said yes, yes you do, teehee. So he did. And either he smacked himself somehow or something, because he says, "Ow!" and looks at me, then down at his hand where there is an itty bitty tooth lying there. Yush, kissing Deeds will make your loose tooth fall out, apparently.


See? Toof all gone now.

For the last few days I've been feeling very, very cranky. Miserable. Kill people. It isn't exactly going away, unfortunately. It has it's moments where it lapses, but when you have to resist the urge to scream more than once in a five minute period, maybe there's something amiss. ARGH.

That didn't help. But it could have. Maybe. If hell froze, I suppose.