Oh, -t, there aren't words to express how sorry I am. So much ~ma to you and your husband.

Susan, all the best to your father, and coping~ma for you.

{{{Deena}}}

{{{Nora}}}

{{{vw}}} If you need any more legal smiting, I'm around....

I'm still a smoker, but I've cut down drastically over the past 4 years. I used to smoke a pack and a half a day, and now I'm down to a pack every 4 days or so. I decided not to smoke in the new apartment, and that has been the difference. It's amazing how much less I want a cigarette when I have to put on shoes, a coat, and hat to satisfy the urge.

Stephanie, I like Ella, Elena (which would sound very pretty with your last name), and Elisa. I think the option of having a more formal name on the birth certificate gives her the most choices, whatever she decides to become.

Kristin, you're doing the right thing. All the best decisions are terrifying, I think, because to get the big rewards you have to take the big risks.

Someone please tell me that it's all going to be okay?

It's going to be fine. Honestly, I temped for 10 years. Cobbled together rent money for a year of unemployment. You'll be amazed at how many resources you'll still have without your steady job. And you'll find something else readily. Nobody's going to say No to you.

If you need any more legal smiting, I'm around....

Really? I may take you up on that.

Hey, I've told you guys about my mom believing that snow is a sign of something big and positive, right? So, I just got an e-mail from her (that she sent to our whole family), and this is how it opened:

It is supposed to snow tomorrow, so it is time for another job update!

I'm almost starting to believe in it myself. But, damn! Snow! Again! It's 56 degrees and beautiful right now. I don't want more snow!

So. Hubby had an MRI this morning to pin down the place in his heart that's messing up the rhythm. I got a call from him saying the hospital's not letting leave until they've got his heart rhythm slowed down. So ~ma for a lullaby rhythim, not a disco beat, please.

Bad, bad Kara. I wonder how expensive a Kara-sized cage would be? Unfortunately, those bookcases are made out of particle board, which is pretty hard to fix.

We're going to have to be careful at the zoo tomorrow, else Kara will end up with a permanent home there.

I can see Kara growing up to own her own demolition company.

Sloooooooooooooow beatma to Mr. Connie.

The best of heart~ma to Connie's DH.

I don't think Kara has to grow up to own her own demolition company. I think she could be rented out right now.

To Hubby's credit he said, "You told me last time, to call you. I'm calling you."

I agreed to stay at work because the doctors said there were good odds he'd be out by nine tonight if not sooner. They'd have let him go at the time except he's in the high-risk category. This is precisely what he had last time and why he's chatting with the electro-cardiologist and is on the fucking rat poison and rhythm drugs. (I hate coumedin. Life-saving, useful, etc., blah blah, I don't care. There are about two dozen common foods he can't eat while on it and it gives him nose bleeds and--it's rat poison! I can't help the knee-jerk response that says I should stop people from forcing my husband to take rat poison.)

Anyway. I'll go to the hospital after work and see when they can let me take him home. He's promised to call if the situation changes.