email to Nathan

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To: [Nathan]
From: [Jean]
Subject: I have self control

See, did you see that? All of that and I didn't poke anybody, even when given such obvious ammunition, and despite the evil urgings of my not-so-stifled worser half. When you get back, I get a cookie.

Good luck with the trip. No breaking of legs or students, but here's to breaking of bad luck streaks.

-J

Comments

Subject: yes, cookies...

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But when you say 'worser half', do you mean your actual, literal worser half, or is Scott making suggestions and you're trying to smother him with a pillow or something?

And I would have replied to this when I got in last night (with all students intact, go me!) but I lost the music battle on the way home and let's just say I had a headache to beat all headaches. (The lingering effects of the pneumonia can go away any damned time now, by the way.)

-N.

Subject: yeah, cookies!

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Well, I meant the actual, literal worser half. Scott's mainly amused by it all, and particularly by my continual need to needle his ex-girlfriend. Which I probably should smother him with a pillow for, but he's being cute so I'll forego.

See, when a telepath tells me they had the headache to beat all headaches? I fear. And the pneumonia will go away entirely, but you're the one who just climbed a frozen waterfall. Cold air aggravates lung problems, you know this.

-J

Subject: evil spouses...

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Almost as evil as the music. There was no more Henry Rollins, but I swear the syrupy pop we got stuck with instead was worse. It provoked distinctly homicidal feelings, let's say.

And on the cold air, yeah, I know. At least I had a little fun this time. The other excursions out into the cold these last couple of weeks have been another matter entirely.

-N

Subject: teeny boppers

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I'm pretty sure that one of the perks of every generation is that of knowing that their music is unbearable noise to the prior. Our kids only seem to take extra, unholy glee in it.

I am glad you had fun, though. Makes me wish I'd come with.