Dan, your mom looks 56. Your aunt Katherine looks 66. Ain't either one of 'em look like they are in their 70s.

Ain't saying that to flatter - I hope I age half as gracefully.

Kate! I'm great, thanks. The school was closed, yes, but I wasn't supposed to work anyway. Cheap!

Aw, I'm sorry you got cheated out of your rightful snow day! (Sorry for the delay, I got caught up in IMing someone on OKCupid.) (Yes, I joined a dating site.)

Hil, it sucks about the pharmacy. The other night I didn't dream that a Buffistas was pregnant but I did dream I went to see Aimee, MM, and Emma. Except Emma was much bigger and had curly blonde hair and nicknamed Frank.

Perks up for a moment. Looks in mirror.

Nope, same receded hairline of dead-straight reddish-blonde hair. It's a pretty color, I'm told. What's left, that is.

Probably MUCH bigger than dream-Emma though.

Squee! I have Monday off and now I get to see Deb and other Buffistas on the teevee and see more than pictures and hear their voices and YAY! Deb, I'm so psyched for you! David Evangelista's good, too. Better than that scary Cojo on NBC. Shudder.

Awaits the best Watch and Post EVER.

Warning: Big-assed meara. Um. Not meara herself. Just, the call-and-response sort of post named after her. Here.

Bwhahah! Well, thanks. I think. :) Though I did have someone tell me after my performance last night that "Standing backstage, I couldn't really see most of your performance, but I did think you had a nice ass!". Which cracked me right up.

once I reached my front door that I did not have my keys. They were still in the car. And the car was still running.

VW, if it makes you feel any better, a friend of mine did this once, when we were going to the movies. Better to do it near home!!

BOOOOO to the IRS auditing Maria!!!

what are the chances we might be able to get together sometime around it if I headed down to DC?

DO IT! DO IT!

Teppy I fell to the Communists yesterday

Hah! I like this phrase. Never heard it before!

I'm starting to think I'd rather get something decorative on the sides of the scar, like the Man Ray cello scrolls.

This is the one thing I've consistently thought about getting, but then I'm not sure I want anything forever.

TEPPY--you found me out. I'm pregnant. No, wait....I'm just skipping the placebo week on my pill. :)

So, last night I did "Don't Tell Mama" from Cabaret, singing (!) at the drag king show. (It was an all live voices show) Madness!

meara! fun! I love that song.

Hee! Lilty will see me, and JZ, and Mart, and Betsy, and also my lawyer friend Hill - she is still cranky at not receiving a recruitment offer from Wolfram and Hart, since she went to both Hastings (Lindsay's school) and UC Santa Cruz (where Eve had demon sex) - and Andrea L, and my writers group friend Melissa, and maybe Noise Design, too.

The baby who disdains sippy cups reached for DH's water he was drinking from a regular plastic tumbler. He held it for her to drink, and she sipped like a pro and begged for more.

Nice to know she won't be drinking from bottles at 18 when we send her off to college.

ION, I had a mini-epiphany about to-do lists and scheduling and managing my self-employed lifestyle. I was stressing myself out unnecessarily by treating my to-do list as my job itself. So I drove myself nuts trying to get every single thing on each day's list done, something I never did in my old job unless faced with a hard-and-fast deadline. I don't know why I was doing it so differently, except that I was trying to impose structure on myself and overdid it. But this week I started treating my list as an overall guide to remind myself of what I need to get done, and moving things that don't happen one day on to the next without feeling guilty over it. And I'm getting a lot done and feeling good about myself.

Good for you, Susan. It sounds like a balance is coming to your life.

Timlies! I skimmed like a stone skipping along the water, but in a textual way.

I should not be awake. Just took drugs to try and fix this. Damn if I don't hope this is going to end up a drive-by cause I will sleep soon.

And rewatching The O.C. I have to admit that I adore this show (which is totally many people in Natter's fault, you know who you are...) a little too much. And though I wriggle in joy at The Seth, I would not kick Ryan out of bed. I'd invite him there actually. Or mebbe that Tate Donovan guy.

The Blockbuster version of Netflix is sending me Season One since I only started watching this year. It's a sickness. With snark and pretty, so a good sickness.

I did cut my hair yesterday. Well I paid someone who is actually competent to do it for me. There are no pictures as my camera has a dead battery and I haven't upgraded my phone to one of them pix-able ones. But I cut it. And as short as it has been in years and years. Not Hec short, but it doesn't even hit the tops of my shoulder anymore. And I think it is kinda pretty.

Next I add some more red, partially as several of my hairs have decided to go gray (actually much whiter than gray, which rocks in the Thank You Grandma way) and semi-perm colors are a miracle of science.

Oh and I got a pedi. I feel like a vintage Mustang, all candy apple red... That was yesterday too.

And the eyebrow wax that was being chatted about a few days ago.

I am pretty for being sick still.

I had an hour-long burst of what passed for energy yesterday and lucked out with appointments. Said burst is all kinds of gone. Just want to sleep now.

Oh and I love your tag Maria.