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Just watched About Schmidt.
Thought mum was going to lay an egg at times. Wonderful movie, such a level of reality to it. And Jack Nicholson was incredible. I cried at the end.

Saw a promo on ABC tonight which included MDA (I hear the yays from mandysbitch and sangerin). The two brief frames included Happy and Amanda.
Plus The Commander with the incomparable Amanda Burton. All I know is that she's playing a police commander, but I'll watch just about anything for her.

Total donations to the various tsunami appeals is now $50 million. And according to Australian Council for International Development executive director Graham Tupper, "Based on previous experience we can expect that to probably double over the next two to three weeks."
Tiny East Timor has donated $US50000, and Beslan, who lost so many of their own children, donated nearly $US36000.

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Just watched About Schmidt.
Thought mum was going to lay an egg at times. Wonderful movie, such a level of reality to it. And Jack Nicholson was incredible. I cried at the end.

Saw a promo on ABC tonight which included MDA (I hear the yays from mandysbitch and sangerin). The two brief frames included Happy and Amanda.
Plus The Commander with the incomparable Amanda Burton. All I know is that she's playing a police commander, but I'll watch just about anything for her.

Total donations to the various tsunami appeals is now $50 million. And according to Australian Council for International Development executive director Graham Tupper, "Based on previous experience we can expect that to probably double over the next two to three weeks."
Tiny East Timor has donated $US50000, and Beslan, who lost so many of their own children, donated nearly $US36000.

Happy Birthday, mandysbitch

What-ifs

By Katrina McDonnell

Author's Notes: I tried Amy/Bruce, a slightly different chain of events starting from that kiss ('Lost in the System' I think). Unbetaed, my very first Judging Amy fic. Most likely not very good, but it's the thought that counts.
Happy Birthday, Christine.



The banging of the hot water pipes will wake her at 5am. And she won't be surprised when she stretches out and finds no large male-shaped obstacle.

She'll arrive at work and he'll hand her coffee, with a monotonic greeting of, "Judge Gray", and announce the day's docket.

By lunchtime she'll nearly have convinced herself it was only a vivid dream, and that the fingerprints on her forearms belong to Lauren, and her new jeans are causing the slight irritation between her thighs.

She'll compose a lecture on the need for separation of personal and professional relationships, plus the danger of sexual harassment allegations, while eating alone in her chambers.

In court, she'll accidentally drop a document and the back of his hand will brush against her ankle, and partway up her calf, as he picks it up. He'll avoid her eyes as he places the paper on the bench.

With a low "Thank you," she'll quash her smile and blame the fluttering low in her abdomen on MSG.

At least until the end of the work day.

Happy Birthday, mandysbitch

What-ifs

By Katrina McDonnell

Author's Notes: I tried Amy/Bruce, a slightly different chain of events starting from that kiss ('Lost in the System' I think). Unbetaed, my very first Judging Amy fic. Most likely not very good, but it's the thought that counts.
Happy Birthday, Christine.



The banging of the hot water pipes will wake her at 5am. And she won't be surprised when she stretches out and finds no large male-shaped obstacle.

She'll arrive at work and he'll hand her coffee, with a monotonic greeting of, "Judge Gray", and announce the day's docket.

By lunchtime she'll nearly have convinced herself it was only a vivid dream, and that the fingerprints on her forearms belong to Lauren, and her new jeans are causing the slight irritation between her thighs.

She'll compose a lecture on the need for separation of personal and professional relationships, plus the danger of sexual harassment allegations, while eating alone in her chambers.

In court, she'll accidentally drop a document and the back of his hand will brush against her ankle, and partway up her calf, as he picks it up. He'll avoid her eyes as he places the paper on the bench.

With a low "Thank you," she'll quash her smile and blame the fluttering low in her abdomen on MSG.

At least until the end of the work day.