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.

I actually have an essay that I'm working on titled, "My Boobs are Shrinking and Other Realities of Depression" that talks about all the fun "gifts with purchase" that come along with depression...like losing weight, gaining weight, etc. So, I get what you're saying Steph. I've actually had both weight loss and weight gain with my depression. I think mine has more to do with medication side effects than an actual symptoms of the depression...but who really knows.

I gain weight when my depression rears its ugly head, mostly because I can't be arsed to get out of bed, or move from the couch. So very little physical activity, certainly no exercising.

Combine that with the total inability to prepare meals for myself, which leads to ordering in -- pizza, Chinese, all full of starchy bloaty goodness -- or making multiple PB&J sandwiches, and you get insta-weight gain.

t edit I just counted backwards -- it's been a year and a half since I've had anything approximating a return of my bad depression. That's the longest uninterrupted time in probably 8 or 9 years. You have no idea how amazing that is to me.

it's been a year and a half since I've had anything approximating a return of my bad depression. That's the longest uninterrupted time in probably 8 or 9 years.

Yay! Keep up the good work.

You have no idea how amazing that is to me.

I have some idea....

You have no idea how amazing that is to me.

I have a bit of an idea. That's wonderful, though. I'm so very happy for you. I'm going on two months, and I'm just thrilled.

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

Heh. I used to do this all the time.

Okay, I thought maybe putting it in context might make her come off better, but no. That is really what she said.

At least she was trying to be sneaky about it at first, right? Or it could be disturbing to know that your mother will try to keep this on your mind any way possible.