I bought an "Absolute Comfort" memory-foam mattress here: [link]

I think that's what Overstock.com is selling. The graphics, prices and descriptions look very similar.

Cashmere, my Dad hasn't been needing heart-ma for a while, so your Mom may have it all.

The waiting part just sucks. There's not much you can do to distract yourself, and I swear the clock actually moves more slowly when you're waiting.

Let me just reiterate what I said when you first found out she needed this surgery: it's such a common procedure now that the risks are very minimal; after she recovers, she really will feel much better, which will hopefully help her be more active, which should keep her diabetes under better control; and the hospital she's at is a very very good cardiac hospital.

Hang in there. You'll be able to make baboon heart jokes to her soon.

Thanks, teppy.

My sister finally called. They're getting ready to close Mom up and there didn't appear to be any serious complications. With any luck, she'll be heading to recovery soon. Then five days in the hospital.

Hopefully, everyone in the house will be over this stinking virus and we can go see her this weekend.

Seekrit message to Cindy: O's diarrhea is mostly like viral (same crud we have, but it's hitting him harder because he's small). Peds nurse told me the same thing you did--watch the diet and keep him hydrated.

My sister finally called. They're getting ready to close Mom up and there didn't appear to be any serious complications.

Excellent! Wonder-Cardiac-Woman!

Great news, Cashmere!

I think that was Smokey Robinson and The Miracles. Hec?

Sure is. Do I need to make you a sixties soul mix too? The seventies is much more Pelecanos, though. Anyway, I spent most of yesterday afternoon working on your mix and Anne's mix.

Tom Petty is totally a pot-head.

eta: Huzzah for the good news on Cashmere's Mom's heart. See, I think the surgeon knew it was good mojo.

Yea for Cashmere's Mom!

Nope...some other time. Just checking my facts. You're more fun than google, and yes, it is the soul of the seventies that my Secret Literary Boyfriend calls "American opera"(Which makes that one Spike Lee movie scored with Copland kind of fucked up, if you ask me, which nobody did.)ETA: And it was the soul of the seventies that was probably the first music I ever heard, actually. If it wasn't "Margaritaville" or "I am Woman" "Mrs. Jones" got to me before The Beatles. I wonder what a shrink would say about that.

vw, I thought you might find this link on Appalachian dialect interesting: [link]

I stumbled on it by accident while googling for the Scots Gaelic for whiskey (it's something like uisge-beatha, but I want to make sure I'm spelling it right), and I have no idea how accurate it is, but it's interesting.

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A tardy, but sincere, thank you to all my Bitches for the birthday wishes!

Continued heart~ma for your mom, Cash.

~ma, hair pats and glitter to the anyone who needs or wants them.

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