There should be rules against said destruction, IJS

Actually, I lied. There are still two photos. But I lack a scanner, so I can't show them to anyone.

Come on, people! Let's hear your daring college antics! I know I'm not the only one here willing to admit youthful indiscretions.

I gotta say, "I've wrestled in Jello" is a good mantra for blanking the mind. I may use that with my next attempt at a relaxation technique.

Meara, I don't diagnose everything yet, just the stuff I've run into before. Otherwise, that would be a good job to have.

The babies are mostly behaving. I bought them washable markers this morning. They painted themselves. There was paper, but they seemed less inclined to use that than themselves. But, hey, washable. Better than dirt. Also the dirt is cleaned up and half of the living room is tidy, Aidan's down for his nap and Kara's watching her favorite show. I have a half hour of peace, easy.

I do miss "me" time.

Oh, and it wasn't for money, I was fully clothed (a U2 t-shirt and cut-off sweats) and the flavor was cherry.

t loving Cashmere

Jello wrestling is less gritty than mud wrestling.

What?

-t, it DID work, thanks!

Long as it wasn't lime.

Ok...I'm not really here. I stopped in at the hospital to use their computer lab so I can tell you my wonderful news. My shrink convinced BCBS to let me stay with my current therapist!!!!! I'm so very, very relieved. Also, he told me that all of the people that work with me say very nice things about me...that I'm a trouper and work very hard. Apparently he told BCBS that I'm one of the ones worth helping. That made my day.

And then I come here and see all the posts about missing me :). I think it's gonna be a good day. I also think I've got just enough time before group to head to Macy's and buy some earrings with the gift certificate that I have. Yay!

Come on, people! Let's hear your daring college antics! I know I'm not the only one here willing to admit youthful indiscretions.

Dude, I played rugby. I don't remember most of my indiscretions.

(Which sounds really creepy, now that I've written it down, but I don't mean it to be. I had a couple "little brothers" on the men's team who would've killed anyone if they tried anything.)

Okay, there was our habit of getting stoned in the theater's grid after hours....

I know I was terribly indiscreet in my youth, but nothing that makes a good story is leaping to mind.

Lunch is here! Yay!

It was college, AGES ago. And all photographic evidence of said match was destroyed.