Alex and Lorna haven't come home for days. When I called Alex, he sounded really young. I think they got replaced.

Which leaves us with not one, but two babies we really shouldn't be left alone with. I'm exhausted.

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.

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.

I'll switch Grace's crib music for dis, have her go into school well-prepared to take over the classroom.

If you're happy and you know it walk up to a catholic vegetarian and say: BODY OF CHRIST!

"Wolverine, take the sentinels! Storm, Magneto's vulnerable to a lightning strike! Rogue, do you remember that time you banged the Sentry? What was that about?"

I mostly put this here to antagonize my other self and his pregnant boyfriend. The punchline for this needed to be this. Because Dad would totally say that. Just not to Johnny Storm.

Lila? Cherie, dis ain't de time to playing dis kind of games. We run dis trick et I promise you your own bathtub, some fresh fruits et bubbles...

Lila?

Really, they need t'be making Cadbury eggs all year. De caramel ones specifically.

A head's up, no one in de house should be going near de hot crock pot filled with sealed cans in it. I doubt dey'll explode, but dis world's full of surprises

On another note, I miss my feet. Et hot sauce.

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.

You know what the crappiest part about this place is?

All of my money's gone. Lots of and lots of cash and it's just gone.

Guess I'm just going to have to steal it all back.

(This voice post is made by someone who is audibly upset, and speaks very broken English. The portions in italics are translated from Creole for the mun's benefit, but are still spoken in that language, so non-French/Cajun pups won't understand half of this)

. . .Damn thing t' work. Jesus Christ why are you being. . . oh. Okay. Um, hello, I think I'm lost. This thing is not at all helpful. Stupid technology. What's wrong with a real telephone? I'm lookin' f'r a man named Alex Rogan. We were separated, 'n' I need him back. Doan got no money t' offer as a reward, but I got a whole ocean o' gratitude available.

This has been an interesting year all around. I think things have just gotten a lot more interesting. My foster son has entered the computer age, and my husband and I are now the same age as him and our oldest children. Not to mention the three year olds we already had, who aren't any older and don't really understand what happened to their parents.

Man, what else is going to happen?

Shit.

shitshitshitshitshit.

Not again. I don't want to be in a new universe.

Has anyone seen a pretty blonde woman, answers to Ophelia? If anything's happened to her, I swear to God I am going to fuck someone's shit up so bad, they won't even be recognizable as organic matter afterward.

Mere de Dieu et Les Anges...

Why is it when your body wants food, it decides nothing counts?

We need t'invent ramen IVs...

( Gambit )

We're going to have a girl.

Man, I am so owned. For the rest of my life, I'm going to be this girl's bitch.

I think I've been grinning since we heard. It makes it real, in a way, to know the kid's gender.

Y'know. All this quietness is like asking for mischief et trouble.

Dere's no fun in bein' a good boy if good boys just sit dere wit' their thumbs up their asses.

Hmm, et de ol' picks're lookin' a little dusty....