Oh askye, I'm so sorry. As another person who loses an unhealthy amount of weight when I'm depressed, I can really relate to your dad's situation. Health-ma to him, and feel-better-ma to you.

askye, that's scary. Much health~ma headed your dad's way, and strenght and peace-of-mind~ma headed your way. {{{askye}}}

Much ~ma headed north to askye and dad.

In Today's Moment in My Mom Bringing Up Marriage, my mom described a wife as someone who lives with me and cooks for me.

HAH! I wish Mr. H weren't at work so I could show him that definition. I'm also wondering if that makes him the wife since he does most of the cooking, and whether I've been married to some former roomates without knowing it.

For reals.

Morning- just checking in before diving into the Metric Assload of Work that needs doing. Twelve hour days and anxiety induced insomnia. At least my co-workers are now leaving me alone to do stuff.

Bye!

Nora! I've missed you! You guys feeling better?

ION, Toto just bit me. He stole my kleenix, and I was trying to get it back to throw away, and he bit me. Brat.

Naughty Toto.

My boss's dog likes to go through my garbage and take out used kleenixes. Still, I suppose that's not as bad as my friend's dog, who had a thing for used tampons. If there's anything worse than a dog eating a used tampon, it's the dog throwing up afterwards.

My friend now referes to used tampons as "scooby snacks".

Ew. When Lucy was a puppy she had a thing for socks. Which was not so bad when she would take them out of the laundry and I'd have to pick them all up again, but a little more of a problem when she decided to go for the socks you were still wearing with her sharp puppy teeth.

Despite billytea's manly giggles at the plight of my incontinent cat, I adore him. I think he may have just hit on the first time I have ever seen someone successfully make a nickname out of being a resident of my state. (States named after Native American words = hard to abbreviate)

I like it too. Very clever. I would expect no less from the tea.

Coming in to school this morning, it started pouring. I had an umbrella, but the wind was gusting so hard that I am now soaked from mid-thigh down.

Also, I dropped my dad off at the airport just now. He made it in enough time (like 40 minutes before his plane left at a very small airport, and he already had his boarding pass, and we checked his bags at the curb), but he's a worrier and due to traffic and a really absent minded mistake by me, he was way more worried and stressed the necessary.

I feel like the rain soaking was karma.

As another person who loses an unhealthy amount of weight when I'm depressed

I think you all know about my own issues with depression, so please know I'm not making light of anyone's depression here.

However, I'm always amused at the fact that I can be envious of someone else's depression, a la "Damn you! I gain weight when my depression is bad! I'd rather have *your* problem!"

I can't help laughing when I pull out the your-crazy-is-better-than-my-crazy schtick.