Anybody else ever find they gave somebody they're writing about a problem they are actually having? Without realizing it?

I do it all the time. I figure I am getting writing done AND wrestling with my demons at the same time, so why fight it? It's like mental multi-tasking.

Just saying hi before I run off to work.

Hi!

Hi Heather!

Deena, glad that Aidan thinks you are a "good eater."

Sumi, that guy sucks, and I'm sorry about your fall.

I am reading the menu for Ming Tsai's Blue Ginger [link] and drooling.

I am going to make a reservation to go there for our 3 year anniversary (of our first date) in May. YUM!

Open, chew, "Mmmmmmmmm," yucky ripe banana. He was very pleased with me.

I'm so glad you're learning to eat solid food, Deena.

(Awwwh. Cute.)

So, cute, Deena! And glad Dr. Kara didn't attempt that on me when I visited :)

I am showered and in sweats. I'm trying to convince myself that it is ok to go to therapy in sweats. It's the only place I have to go today. I just don't want to wear my jeans. I'm so pathetic.

You are not pathetic, vw. Pfft. Go to therapy in sweats. It's better than not going at all, or going and being distracted by how much your jeans drive you bananas.

Aidan and Kara are too cute.

Be comfortable, vw, there's nothng wrong with sweats.

I have French Toast flavored coffee.

That's all.

sumi, what everybody else said, especially about the asshat at the ATM. Sheesh - that sounds like a scene from a movie to show what a jerk a character is.

Many years ago, when Hubby and I were young and foolish and travelled everywhere by motorcycle, we were riding on a wintery day and hit a patch of ice on the street and went over. Fortunately, the van behind us did decide to stop, and its bumper provided a handy grip for Hubby to pull himself up by. I'm also pleased that we didn't cause to much of a delay to the van behind the first van, which whipped around and passed us, clearing me, who was still down and catching her breath, by, oh, a good two feet.