I'm playing a game with Nicole and sj right now. In a half hour or so?

Depends what time it is. I need to head out a little before 8:00. Where are you? Maybe I will come watch.

Semantics, table 53.

Ahem. I asked about Literati 90 minutes ago.

(sulk)

{{{{{{{{{{{{Cass}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Lots of glitter and lots of soothing tea for you.

I cannot even say how amused I am that I have shippers.

I asked about Literati 90 minutes ago.

I completely missed that Deb. Maybe we can all play one game in a bit.

{{Cass}} wish I could just come sit with you for awhile. no talking nessacary.

Well, I have the perfect hair product, made for me by a friend, and it makes my hair all sleek and glossy. I just need to figure out how to add glitter to it.

for new years - i could not find my glitter bar. so I took Lush's glam rock glitter - shook a bunch in my hand and put some mostiurizer in the hand -- squish squish squish -- instant body glitter. I am sure I could do the same with hair products

almost off to bed. Watched Farscape - the crazy DNA scientist one. Show is getting more intense.

{{Cass}} I am so, so sorry.

Spoke to my sister. She's off maternity leave as of Monday, goes back to work. She cannot WAIT. She asks me, "why do I keep having babies that cry ALL THE TIME? I feel like God is angry at me." And, not in a joking way. In a real tired, aggravated way. (I've never heard her be so close to... I don't know, the edge.) And she feels so guilty about being so happy to get away from them for a few hours at a time. Sigh. I feel terrible for her. I wish she lived closer, so I could at least help her out more. I'm going to send her some ~ma that she has a good day with both her kids tomorrow, some sleep tonight and tomorrow night (the baby is up every 2 hours, maximum), and not be so harried by the time Monday comes along.

And maybe she finds out she misses them a little, just because I think she'll feel a bit better about her maternal instincts. And her kids in general.

Nora, there are days when I yearn for more than a few hours on my own. Babies drain you of every ounce of energy, thought and even self at times. I spent four hours away this afternoon, just running errands by myself and it felt really good to be just me for awhile. Of course, when I walked in the door and Owen smiled and laughed and crawled to me, my heart melted and I became that mommy-person again.

It all balances out. I hope your sister gets some rest (which, I'm sure, would bring her away from the edge a bit) this weekend. I'll pass some sanity-ma her way.

When I'm off visiting my sisters, I sometimes think it would be nice to have them closer to help out, but geography is what it is. I try not to dwell on that.

There were times I'd get called, "Jim, uh, Mike, I mean...Ellen!" when being called for dinner.

My grandmother did this all the time. I'd be standing right there and get "Brenda..Donna..Billy..oh shit, who are you..." (She knew full well who I was, but something inherent made her shout the name of everyone she'd ever met in her lifetime before she'd get to me.) My mom did it to me about a year ago, and I just pointed, mouth open with fiendish glee. She realized what she'd done, said "SHUT UP! I am NOT!" and walked away.

I cannot even say how amused I am that I have shippers.

Hee! Now, everytime I see a nice teacup I'll be all 'Aww, remember the episode time when Teacup Dude gave sj that teacup? That was awesome."

(((Cass))) May your bath be soothing and glittery.