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A screaming horde just ran by our door, and are now thundering above our heads. Our neighbors with the heavy feet who just moved out told us they had rented the place to a guy with one six-year-old daughter he would have only on weekends, but it appears that he's moving in and has brought along a guy friend who has two other kids of about the same age.
I just went to the store and felt justified in buying dark-chocolate coat Klondike bars. I'm also considering making myself a Jamaican Space Station. Maybe there IS a reason I've never procreated. My Dad always said that when they're your own you don't notice the noise, but... they aren't mine. I guess it's just a little sudden. It's not like I normally have any exposure to kids - I have no actual nieces or nephews, and even my cousins kids were much older by the time I ever really saw anything of them. Of course I see kids at work, but I never really have to deal with their behavior for long, whatever it is. If they're good, I smile; if they're crying, I laugh, because I know they'll be gone quickly. ;)
I have asked my brothers if they want to raise kids. Hawk seems ambivalent, but resigned to the fact that he'll probably will. His Mate is ten years younger than him, and right in the midst of that biological clock phase. Eightball said there are a couple of specific kids he'd like to help raise.
Whups, I attempted to make a Jamaican Space Station, but I used Kraken rum in my Tang, so now I have been informed it's Cthuuluuu Iiiin Spaaaaace! A Space Station of the Great Old Ones?
I just went to the store and felt justified in buying dark-chocolate coat Klondike bars. I'm also considering making myself a Jamaican Space Station. Maybe there IS a reason I've never procreated. My Dad always said that when they're your own you don't notice the noise, but... they aren't mine. I guess it's just a little sudden. It's not like I normally have any exposure to kids - I have no actual nieces or nephews, and even my cousins kids were much older by the time I ever really saw anything of them. Of course I see kids at work, but I never really have to deal with their behavior for long, whatever it is. If they're good, I smile; if they're crying, I laugh, because I know they'll be gone quickly. ;)
I have asked my brothers if they want to raise kids. Hawk seems ambivalent, but resigned to the fact that he'll probably will. His Mate is ten years younger than him, and right in the midst of that biological clock phase. Eightball said there are a couple of specific kids he'd like to help raise.
Whups, I attempted to make a Jamaican Space Station, but I used Kraken rum in my Tang, so now I have been informed it's Cthuuluuu Iiiin Spaaaaace! A Space Station of the Great Old Ones?