I had dinner with boys! And I am happy. These things are related. Damn I adore the uncle and uncle-in-law.

I am a horrible pet owner.

Cats are ponging sideways. They are unsure about having company in the house but it is night and everyone is in bed so they are full of pent-up energy from hiding under the bed earlier.

I am watching the Inaug. I caught myself doing the, "Man just ascend already." but then I realized I could skip ahead to the speech. Now I want to skip the speech too but I figure I should watch. Just in case he tries to turn into a giant snake.

Girly ick TMI: I have a yeast infection and the inserty thing seemed a lot like inserting an alien blob. I'm expecting my stomach to explode sometime tonight. Damn, this sucks. However props to whoever figured out the one-dose treatment.

My rimless Wearever baking sheets have turned out exquisite biscuits, numberless peanut butter, chocolate chip and sugar cookies, and even soft pretzels, thank you. I couldn't have asked for better. And my Wearever pizza pan has an exemplary service record, too. Including a stint as an occasional table top when we were younger, poorer, and less well-furnished.

Timelies!

Cashmere, I'm so glad to hear the news about your mom's surgery. Also, how sweet is it that she called worried about you? That post made me all teary-eyed.

I need to be studying for an exam that I'm supposed to take at 11am. I don't wanna. I could postpone it, but I really should just get it over with.

Poptarts:

I just chickened out and e-mailed the professor. I'm going to take the exam next week. That way I can take the book and re-read what we read during the second half of the semester while flying this weekend. I think it's the better option. In some ways I just want it over with, but there's also a big part of me that wants to do well. I can't let that go, so I need to do something about it, otherwise it's gonna eat at me. But, this is it. I'm taking it next week, ready or not. I've gotta get these incompletes complete.

Lee HTJS.

The weather's looking kind of iffy for me driving to Indiana. Feh.

I might just take the boy to Target to get his picture taken today.

Polter-Cow, what's HTJS?

Had the Justin shakes?

Heard the Jazz song?

Hugged the Jewish Sherpa?

Herded the joyful sheep?

Has the juicy stuff?

Polter-Cow, what's HTJS?

Has tagged Jon Stewart. It's an occurrence so frequent I abbreviated it.

Cashmere HNTJS.

Oh. I HNTJS lately.

cereal...

Cashmere, what vw said about tearing up when she read that your mom was worried about you driving in the snow. What are your plans? Are you still going to visit over the weekend, or are you just going to wait 'til surgery day?