When I was sick, I did it a lot, especially when feverish. He might not have been able to stop that.

Oh yes, I'm sure. And the Benedryl knocks *me* out cold (when it doesn't make me anxious), so I can imagine what it does to a little guy. Really though, I looked at that orange juice going down, and thought I should probably have him visit the bathroom when I went to bed. I just plain forgot. I knew better. It was nearly 8pm. I'm tempted to tell Christopher you've got his back, erika.

Mary Kay Letourneau and Vili Fualaau are getting married. Huh. [link]

Christopher always used to comment that BiL would NEVER know him without me. Which is true. We started dating when BiL was 2, so I'm pretty much part of the package. I'm glad I got to watch him grow up. I don't have younger sibs so this was fun for me. His first day of kindergarten, his drum set, his guitar--his first CAR!

He's like one of Scott's older nephews--the one that was brought up by Scott's folks for some time. He's graduating this year. I don't know where the time went. He was so cute as our ring bearer.

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Cashmere, so nice to hear your mother's surgery went well. What a relief for you all. A little ~ma for you, DH and O, also, just to help get rid of the last of the icks.

Brenda, knee~ma for your father.

Happy Anniversary to Deena and Greg! So cool to have it on Valentine's Day. Embrace the schmoop, I say.

I need to do laundry, but have not the motivation. Anyone got some they can loan me?

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Betsy, Maria, JZ, Cindy, and Trudes have new tags.

{{vw}}

I had to pop in to tell the story of The Time Sunil Lost His Keys. Because, see, I don't do this sort of thing.

I noticed they weren't on the desk, and they weren't in my pocket. I looked all around the square foot of desk right in front of me, seeing no sign of them.

They must be in my jacket pocket. I looked. No.

Aha! I left them in the door. No.

Okay, wait a sec. It was physically impossible for them not to be in the apartment, since I had used them to get in, and I had in fact felt them in my pocket five hours ago. And I hadn't left.

I looked everywhere. In the cupboards. In the refrigerator. On the table. In the couch. In the underwear drawer. On the shelves. In the bathroom. This made no sense at all.

I saw the bed, and remembered how I'd lain on it a few hours ago.

And there they were. Right on the bedspread. In plain fucking sight.

I am a moron. The end.

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t sneaking back in

Anyone miss me?

What happened last week?

I went to New York City, stayed in a swanky cooler-than-thou hotel, celebrated Chinese New Year, flirted with girls, failed to get them to flirt back, saw the MoMA, saw Christo's crazy "gates", and...um...didn't read this thread.

t edit: Also, I am currently watching what bodes to be the most depressing episode of Law and Order. I hate lesbian custody battles when one partner has all parental rights and the other one is screwed. Sniff. Happy Fuckin' V-Day.

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Checking my bedspread for the missing leash which, since the dog is here, I have to assume made it home with us this morning.

Dang.

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Anyone miss me?

meara has a new tag.

Checking my bedspread for the missing leash which, since the dog is here, I have to assume made it home with us this morning.

Dang.

Heh. Sorry, brenda.

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Hi meara!

I've lost and found my keys like that way too many times for me to count.

I'm still feeling vaguely sick. I'm not sure if it's remnants of the migraine I had last week, or something different, or what, but it's annoying -- kind of just feeling generally blah, but no particular symptom I can point to as "this is the problem."

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Emily, your tag is cracking me up.

Yay! I like it.

Meara, are you still around?

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OK, catching up today, if not for the whole week:

Yay, Cashmere's mom getting through surgery!

He put a heart sticker on the town where I live and a heart sticker on the town where he lives and a red ribbon connecting the two (we live about 50 miles apart). Then, he wrote "Two hearts know no distance." underneath the map and framed it up all pretty.

Aww. That's supersweet. Pardon me while I hate you a little. :)

I blame my brain because I KNOW about the evil Hallmark dudes and what they're up to but I still get sad about being ALONE FOREVER!

Yeah, I was feeling lonesome and horny all weekend--I don't need Valentine's Day to make me feel WORSE!!!

and a series of four rhymed haikus due on Wednesday

RHYMED haikus? Isn't that kinda non-haikuish??

And Em! I am still here. All week, supposedly!

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Happy Valentine's day everyone!

Happy Anniversary, Deena and Greg!

I'm glad your mom is doing well, Cashmere.

I can't believe how lucky Mom is. It was her bronchitis that caused the chest pains that led to them testing her heart. Her surgeon told us today that the location and the size of the blockage in the main artery would have made any heart attack "an unsurvivable event". So she wouldn't have gotten an easier warning sign. Those words give me chills. But all is well and she should be MUCH MUCH better now.

The same thing happened to my mom. When she first semi-retired, she took the time to do things like go to the urologist to see if he could figure out why she was getting so many UTIs. They never did figure that one out, but they found a cancerous tumor that at that moment was still contained completely within one kidney, but had already gotten pretty large and spready.

Also, it's been a long ass day, but a good one, and I am home, and waiting for pizza.

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