But I was a little disappointed she wasn't nine and a half months pregnant.

[constance]

At the grocery today, my path kept crisscrossing another family's: a mother, two teenage daughters, a girl of about ten, and a mullet-sporting (-spouting?) child of indeterminate sex, all arguing or otherwise haranguing each other in a way I might've found much more disturbing if the mother hadn't sounded exactly, but exactly, like Joy from "My Name Is Earl." As it was, every time I passed them on my way down an aisle, I had to fight a completely inappropriate urge to giggle. Inappropriate because (as I have learned the hard way) you don't laugh at arguing people, and also because I have no doubt that even though the mother was half my size, she could probably have taken me with one hand duct-taped to the top of her head. No one with a voice like that is helpless, I tell you.

How awesome is living in the south? More awesome than I could ever manage to express in one lonely lj entry.

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[tofty.livejournal.com]

Hi, hi, hi!

I thought of pretending to manfully overcome my hurt at your desertion, but the sad truth is that I was thinking it was this weekend that we were going to try to chat, and yesterday I was over at my parents' for the afternoon, so I thought I was going to have to apologize. I guess that makes us even, right? Let us move on, then.

I'm so sorry you have a cold! You've had a rotten year, health-wise, it seems like, and I hope you at least get a break from it over the holidays. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.

Let me know when you're feeling better and we can try to get together then.