In your face
 
Author: <span>iw</span>

Witching hour

So, it’s past midnight and I’m sitting on the floor in the living room, “celebrating” my EAD all by myself. Not sure when my husband gave up but he did at some point without letting me know. He does that a lot. He does various things without letting me know. …

Well

I officially still suck at this whole blogging thing. I don’t even know all of what’s happened since last time. We got another cat, his name is Castiel Toebeans Bigglesworth I aka Mr. Whiskers, but he already has a bunch of other nicknames OF COURSE. He’s terribly fancy and I …

That’s not how it works

R: It’s culs-de-sac.

L: No way!

R: It is!

L: The plural of cul-de-sac is culs-de-sac?

R: Yeah.

L: Doesn’t even sound like English!

R: That’s because it’s French.

L: You know what I mean.

R: I hate to be the bearer of bad news.

L: Words should sound right to be right.

R: That’s not how it works.

L: So what….the plural of yo-yo is yos-yo?

R: Yeah, cause that sounds so natural.

 


 

Lorelai: Hey Luke.

Luke: Look at this.

Lorelai: -Who? Lane? She’s superwaitress. Able to leap tall pancakes in a single bound. Or is that panscake?

Rory: -Very funny.

Luke: -It’s not gonna work out

Lorelai: Oh, why, she’s so good.

Luke: She’s too good! 

Lorelai: Oh calm down.

Luke: I’m not even sure why she took the job. I mean, I totally blew the interview.

Lorelai: You were nervous.

Lane: Hey guys! You got this Luke?

Luke: Yeah, I got it. When there was a lull, she cleaned the menus. Without being asked.

Lorelai: Do you mean mensu?

Rory: Stop it!