Shall we LJ communicate?

Um...sure? I have no idea. I'm not very planny.

AIMS & EMALINE!!!! How are you two cuties doing?

We're good!!! How are you two cuties doing??

Let us LJ communicate

We are also of the good :) Have a blast on your trip!

Thanks! It should be fun. Long, but fun.

Um...sure? I have no idea. I'm not very planny.

No worries, I'm just thinking about sharing a couple of ways to get in touch, so that I don't spend the weekend doing laps of the hotel not seeing anyone and going back to Canada sad.

Also, Aimee appears to be on the case.

Aimee appears to be on the case.

Aimee's very good that way.

Also, I thwink Iom getting swick. I can't be getting sick. I have Emily's party on Friday Saturday. There's shopping to do, cookies to bake, brownies to bake, deviled eggs to make, liquor shopping to do, cakes to be picked up, dogs to be dropped off, and partying to be done. No time to be sick!

Evening, all. Goddamn, it's cold here. I got Little Rock, Sheboygan and Charleston.

Um, no.

I spent 5 hours sitting on my ass in a boring student teaching orientation, In which I learned that my FBI check is 7 MONTHS BACKED UP.

I don't know know whether to be glad, because they're doing more important things that my fingerprints, or scared by the lack of efficiency.

So, should I splurge on cheap Chinese delivery? Otherwise it's (a) out into the cold or (b) frozen burritos. Again.

Awrgh. I am actually getting gut-crampy with sympathy and worry for the Guds. Depression is such a massive stressor in any relationship, and in a marriage with two small children to care for it's got to be crushing, but it would just be cruel and awful for it to crush the life you two have made together. I'm vibing and praying for you both.

Also being anxious about the longtime friend Hec mentioned isn't helping. He and Hec check in with each other every few weeks; Hec holes himself up in the bedroom with the phone and a glass of wine and talks for an hour, while I brood in the living room and root through the fridge while looking at all the pictures of their four children and seething with the desire to find someone to blame for all this hurt just so I can slap them silly.

Find Your Spot completely neglected the Bay Area but it did put New Orleans in my top five, and I'm fine with that.

Jessica's new haircut is flippy and fab.

(((P-C))) And what Susan and vw said about shitty first drafts. You got something out of your brain and onto paper, and that is no small achievement. And you will, truly, be able to take that shitty first draft and reshape it into something that meets your standards. But ((())) anyway, because the scaredness and the sense of your future in free-fall are no fun at all.

And ION, I have started eating Emmett's leftovers. Mostly because he is a very picky eater and has gotten less and less interested in food over the past few months, and "leftovers" can be things like a bowl of Annie's mac-n-cheese made with whole milk and a heap of Parmesan microplaned all over it, with only two bites missing, or a French Provençal crepe with Nutella and chantilly cream that's been nibbled at around the edges. Food that it just seems rude to leave lying around uneaten and getting cold. I'm just don't have it in me to be that heartless.

No time to be sick!

No-sick-ma, vw!

Sheboygan? Really?

Choose Chinese, Erin. Going out = bad. Except here today, because we have a pocket thermal going on. It leaves tonight, and I'll miss it.