Hee. Just tell him that he may fall in love with a punk rock girl someday.

Punk rock girl
Give me a chance
Punk rock girl
Let's go slam dance
We'll dress like Minnie Pearl
Just you and me punk rock girl

Oh, I love you, PUNK ROCK GIRL!!!

Lee, what you need is a me. I'm wonderful in the mornings. I make sure my roommate has a cup of coffee, that she's gently woken up, gets breakfast before she leaves and a lunch for her to take with. :)

Dude! I need a VW!!!

Depends. Do you live someplace warm? Are there nice people? Will you keep her in better than the style to which she is accustomed? Are there babies? I gotta look out for the v-ster

Um. Warmer than Boston. I'm nice! And if she wants babies...uh....maybe I could borrow one? I'm trying to encourage friends to have some! OOH! I could share you with Maria! More fun for everyone!!

Vicodin made me itchy and rashy and hivey within 2 days. Percocet -- no allergic reaction, good pain control.

Heh. Whereas Percocet made me puke a lot, and Vicodin is *pretty*

The rib cage expansion can stick just enough to keep them a size above

Dear god. I guess I can only hope it never happens to me? I already have a size that doesn't exist (they don't usually MAKE 38A!)

which means I have lost 34 pounds since August, and am the lowest weight I've been at since...1999.

Wow, go Erin!!

I think I found it up the street, in Georgetown, shopping at Commander Salamander

Ooh. Fun place!!!

What if the priest's alcoholic? Does he still have to consecrate wine?

I think probably--did you see about the kid who was allergic to wheat(?), but they wouldn't let her take anything else for communion...grape juice might count though, being from the same thing.

and you feel the same level of colleague-ness with Father Whoever, it's normal to just call him by his first name.

Huh. I guess I always just called them "Father (Firstname)". But then, if I'd known one of them before he was a priest, I probably wouldn't call him anything other than his first name.

And the priest has to drink what was left of the wine after whatis....communion? Is that SOP so that something holy won't just get poured down a drain?

They have consecrated drains (edit: I mean, the drain goes into the consecrated ground under the church--you rinse out the bread bowl you served the eucharist in with holy water and drink that, or pour it down that drain, too). And the other eucharistic ministers can drink it. (Huh--unlike what JZ said, I think we did this even when I wasn't legal) t /used to be a eucharistic minister

So do Catholics learn all this stuff in cathecism (what IS cathecism) or just through, well, being CAtholic?

Ya know, I think in theory you learn a lot of it in Sunday School (or school school, if you're going to Catholic school), but I don't think I did. At least, not the interesting small bits. Just the main bits.

OH MY GAWD.

I was *totally* singing that song to Em today!!! Her new nickname is "Punk", shortened from "Punkin".

Oh, I love you, PUNK ROCK GIRL!!!

We went to a shopping mall
And laughed at all the shoppers
And security guards trailed us to a record shop
We asked for Mojo Nixon
They said he don't work here
We said if you don't got Mojo Nixon then your store could use some fixin

We got into her car away we started rollin
I said how much you pay for this
Said nothin man it's stolen

Punk rock girl
You look so wild
Punk rock girl
Let's have a child
We'll name her Minnie Pearl
Just you and me
Eat fudge banana swirl
Just you and me
We'll travel round the world
Just you and me
Punk rock girl

I was *totally* singing that song to Em today!!! Her new nickname is "Punk", shortened from "Punkin".

I love the hivemind.

I was *totally* singing that song to Em today!!! Her new nickname is "Punk", shortened from "Punkin".

I love the hivemind.

Plate of shrimp.

I love the hivemind.

It's so dead on sometimes, it's scary. It's almost like my mother calling right at the moment I figure out my newest neuroses comes from her.

I have to say my own catechism classes were massively Teh Lame. All I remember from them is:

(a) memorizing the Apostles' Creed
(b) watching The Silent Scream
(c) watching a short movie starring Bob Newhart as God.

I think also, possibly, we sang Christmas carols at a retirement home across the street from the church.

Everything else I know about Catholicism is a freaky doctrinal patchwork stitched together out of bits of Chesterton, Flannery O'Connor, Thomas Merton, the Catholic Worker, Julian of Norwich, and my mother. I suspect my version of orthodoxy would make the Pope cry -- which is fair enough, as his certainly makes me cry.

I suspect my version of orthodoxy would make the Pope cry -- which is fair enough, as his certainly makes me cry.

A thousand hallelujiahs to this!

Cash, I love the violet hair. I could never do it, because I'm the square root of square. That, and I'd probably get some funny looks on Capitol Hill. My job doesn't allow me a lot of variety in fashion choices.