Found de idiots from Hustler sniffin' around de house. Threw things at them et shouted at them dat dis was a family house wit' children et to take their filth away from here.

De two of you, please stop baitin' them or I'm breakin' their property next time.

Oh for the love of God... er, and anyone else out there, too.

Again? With a new body this time?

Really?

This is just... annoying.

lolcatgirl

As a health warning to de public, dis house now holds de highest amount of ridiculous cuteness per square inch.  Consider yourself warned, dere is no vaccination.

Now if de two of dem would stop waking up each other in the night. It's like one is squalling and de other realizes dat there is attention not on their tiny person et must rectify dis.

babies are really big. You don't really realize this until you have to expel one from your body.

Yay for Adam, though. He's a cutie.

If anyone needs me, tough luck.

Lawl

This is the only way you're allowed to have sex with attractive redheads, Alex. Just so you know.

Am I---?

Is this home?

Chris Sims: That would be fantastic. And he has to send messages with his eyebeams. In morse code.

Laura: Just non-stop blowing out walls.

Chris Sims: T-O-M-E-M-Y-X-M-E-N

I loled so much. Does anyone even know who Meld is? I call shenanigans.

Alex, I've stolen all of your stretchy shorts. There is nothing you can do about this.

Beside, my butt looks better in them than yours does.

Who just sold a comic worth three hundred dollars?

I just sold a comic worth three hundred dollars.

I hope it's okay that I gave him a digital copy of the book. I mean. . . it's not like he can read the three hundred dollar one.

Man, my head hurts so much.

Why did I have to be pregnant during one of the biggest earthquakes ever? It literally knocked Earth's axis off a bit, and now I feel like I'm nauseous all the time. This is the worst migraine I have ever had.

ZOMG.

I got a Christmas card today. From my parents. I mean, my adoptive ones, not Magneto.

My parents are here somewhere. At the same address in Davis, actually.

That is the most insanely awesome Christmas gift ever.

Alex, tonight is the longest night of the year. I think it is only appropriate that we celebrate it in style. And by style, I mean sex.

And possibly kidnapping geeks to form a LAN. If the sex doesn't pan out.

Boxes! Packets, cartons, coffers and crates brimming with the unknown! Or nothing at all, but must be explored, all the same. Some rattle when struck, some smush. The crash tinkle is the herald of a swift exit, I have learnt. And ribbons! Tapes, curly and linear, with elegant architecture or warm-hearted yet mauled bows. All dangling and coyly bouncing in the air. Shiny coins and curious gambling chance games for candies and toys with oddly shaped dice.

I for one am most glad the mundane stocking is not displayed in the gathering rooms. Mothers would die of shame from the gray ghost footprints of dirty floor ingrained into many a sole.

The best part about Thanksgiving in Florida is eating outside.

In a bikini.

I really like tropical weather.

With the efforts of labor complete, and victory met and achieved, tis fine and well-come indeed, to go home and enjoy a day of rest, to dream of fancy feasts and future victories.

I do believe I like this place.

The whole addiction to lube thing must be genetic.