Y'all don't want me to describe my stars, because it would be a very long post. Aside from about 30 inches of surgery scars, there's the four stitches on my upper lip from falling on the ice when I was eight, the eight stitches in my hand from the exploding New Year's wine bottle, the scar on my lower lip from falling in the bathtub when I was three, the place where I got my hand caught in the umbrella, the time my mother accidentally spilled boiling water on me, the two times I accidentally spilled boiling water, the compound fracture from karate, pinching scars from my little sister and the scar from the time my sister dropped the sparker on my foot.

My last name has more Google hits than you'd think, mostly because a guy who's probably a distant cousin is a very famous trumpet player.

The whole Terry's Law thing makes me too angry to discuss it rationally. DH had a good idea this motninh: docking the legislature's pay every time they waste time on something that is none of their damn business.

Something I can discuss rationally - when I went to McDonald's yesterday to get my carefully considered Shamrock Shake, not only did they not have it, the girl taking my order had never heard of it and had no idea what I was talking about.. Should've tried Wendy's new-fangled whatsis.

Pinching scars? Is your sister a lobster or other crustacean?

Or the "bizzy bizzy bizzy bee" fetish, where you spiral your finger around somebody's nose and then beep it.

My mother used to do this to me. The only difference, though, is she wouldn’t touch me and I would still laugh uncontrollably.

Longest. Month. Of. The. Year.

Longer than August?

I have a hard time finding people, too.

For me, it’s not so much the searching as much as it’s just remembering their names! I mean, I have trouble remembering the names of the people that had almost the exact same class schedule at college that I did - 2 years ago. Out of sight, out of mind I guess.

I have a few scars but none that are terribly exciting. (The usual – skinning my knees, chicken pox, etc.) The one scar that won’t go away is a burn scar on my arm that I got when I accidentally touched my forearm to the edge of a hot skillet. I’m thinking it’s going to be a permanent discoloration.

The other scar that has a fun story includes me and a bunk bed. I was standing in the bottom bunk and tried to hold onto the top bunk while jumping up to get to the top bunk. My arms did not hold and I fell, scraping the entire front of my right shin on the wood of the bottom bunk. (It’s mostly faded now, but there are two indents about a foot apart to show where the scrape started and stopped.)

Pinching scars? Is your sister a lobster or other crustacean?

She used to take fingernails full of skin while telling my mother that I was hitting her.

Good god, Ginger, that's horrible.

She was an evil child. She's mellowed. The problem is that she had mild cerebral palsy and I wasn't allow to hit her. Certainly it kept me from ever buying into the saintly handicapped person trope.

Last curtain is sewn. Yay! Now I just have to sew on the rings. But, first I have to figure out how far apart they need to be the best way to sew them on...

Whoa - you have a blizzard warning?

Meanwhile, we're having spring.

Meanwhile, we're having spring.

Not fair. It started snowing again this morning. Argh.

Question from the lush-virgin: What are some good products to try for my first purchase from the Lush store?