I start salivating just thinking about the Riblets. They're Pavlovian.

I suspect they put crack in them. (Like the people who make Honey Bunches of Oats -- also crack.)

Tep, our local TJ's just started carrying The Riblets, and the last time I was there I bought a package just because of your pimping.

You will love them. LOVE.

The Riblets are Teh Awesome.

DH just called to tell me he'd bought a laptop and all the techie gadgets necessary to make it wireless at Fry's. We've been discussing it for a few weeks. In a way I hate it, since we had to put it on a credit card, and that's debt. And yet it's become a necessity, because we need a computer we can take in the living room. Annabel has been spending way too much time in the playpen, since the computer room is the least childproof and childproofable in the house. This way I can work on my novel or freelancing and DH can do his freelance web work in a place where Annabel actually has room to move safely.

Susan, if you and DH are going to use it for freelance work, can't you deduct it from your taxes? (Next year, obviously.) That doesn't offset the debt immediately, but it'll help in the long run.

I think so. I need to clarify with my accountant, since it's not like we'll be using it only for work.

Thanks, everyone for the hugs and vibes for Puke-Boy. He's a lot better today.

We're packing for Indiana since Mom's surgery is FINALLY scheduled for Monday at 5:30 a.m. Feh. Sucky time, sucky day. Looks like it's going to be a double or a triple by-pass according to her last tests. And they're cracking the sternum like a walnut, the old fashioned way.

I hope Owen's betterness holds out for tomorrow.

Phoenix now has a fetish ball. It's next week. Color me stunned. I don't have anything to wear to get my Frandina on, though.

Healthma for your mom, Cashmere.

wrod.