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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
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good times.
Will and Evie are both sick. Because Will is a fountain of snot we're not going anywhere. He got up at 7 with full-fledged cabin fever, coughing and spewing snot and screaming and running and throwing crap everywhere. Evie has been fussy and congested and not sleeping terribly well because of the whole inability to breathe well while laying down. When Lorne called at lunch time I had to drop the phone and stop Will from throwing his entire bowl of noodles on the floor. I failed. Then Lorne came home and I took Evie to the doctor, where they did a test for whooping cough. This involved shoving a long-ass q-tip all the way up Evie's nose. Not surprisingly, this caused her to scream her head off. While I was at the doctor's office, Will apparently dumped a cup of coffee in his pajama drawer. It took most of the two hours I was gone to get him down for a nap. I'm ready for bed.
Re: good times.
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
The good news is since he is covered in slime, he can be that ghost from Ghostbusters. no need to buy an extreme markup costume.
(I hope this makes you laugh)
baby ambien?
also so sorry
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If I were a man (or fitty) I'd totally call my penis THE WIZARD - HappyTummy
So coffee does not belong in the pajama drawer? *makes note*
I'm sorry, Noisy. That sounds like a hellish day. I hope you get a reprieve from it all soon. And that it involves cupcakes and beer.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
You need some drugs, man. Screw bed.
That sounds like a hellish day, lady. I'm so sorry.
I've only got the one right now and I don't seem to be handling him too well on his own, so I'll be looking for some tips when it's my turn.
Today Alex played in the unflushed toilet (my effort to conserve water from all this peeing) and splashed it all over himself and the bathroom.
He poured a half a can of ginger ale down the heating vent.
He ate some boogers.
And he colored the wall with gold crayon.
He did some other devilish things, but this is all that I can think of right now. It's probably better that I don't try and dig it back up.
Oh, Noisy. I am sorry. I hope today is a better day.
All I really have is that Andy has rediscovered his love of smacking his head into anything when he gets pissed.
"You won't let me play with that Sharpie marker without a cap?" ::smack head against wall:: "That'll show you, jerk."
I wish coffee was the reason Will didn't nap well. It'd be easy to just stop giving him coffee.
Yesterday was capped off spending over an hour at the pharmacy after I finally got Evie to sleep. Why so long at the pharmacy? I was in line behind a woman that had been off her meds for awhile because she couldn't afford her new copays, and she'd been taking her dog's mood stabilizers to make up for it. And she was crazy. She wanted the pharmacist to call her insurance company to dispute her copays. At midnight. He tried explaining things to her, and there was a lot of her leaning over the counter and trying to reach the phone to make him call, trynig to turn the computer screen around so she could see that he wasn't making up the copay costs because he clearly was going to pocket the money because the copays were so high, etc. He finally got her calmed down enough to understand that no one at her insurance would answer the phone at midnight. Then she was insisting that he call when he got home in the morning, because the pharmacist during the day was part of the conspiracy. It was sad. The lady clearly needed something other than her dog's drugs.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Hmm. Maybe you're on to something Winged. He does chase the cats a lot...