The Edgetarian
Refugee
I've spent the later part of last night and today obsessing about Jack's poop. All seems quiet for the past while, fingers crossed hard, and Sicy made a great suggested that I'm going to try later when he gets up - pumpkin.
My foot seems okay. Blue bruise with a deep purple center. It's quite lovely, actually. But there's not much swelling, and I can flex my toes a bit without much pain, so I doubt it's broken. The only prob is that the strap of my flip flops goes right over that spot, and I keep forgetting and putting them on, and then owie.
sorry, VP for your cat!!! hope he feels better soon! just monitor him very carefully (but you do that already) and make sure he doesn't get dehydrated! keeping my fingers crossed!
Jackson is gorgeous, just saw the picture too!!
and glad that everything seems to be fine with your foot! there's no need for another round of broken bones!
i want to see it!!! the edge sentence moved me too though i should probably read the book too...
Three fourths of Zoo station (missing = Adam-esque).
very cool! certainly seems like fun night out Bono is actually kind of Bono!
O hai thar, Mr Jackson! I should hook you up with my Tallulah Jane.
Cori- I don't think I could ever trust myself drunk around a U2 cover band. I'd wake up pregnant with not-really-Edgelings.
that better be a really damn good imitation of The Edge to do that..