The serial killer thing has already aired.

I'm 40 minutes into this, and so far he's a love god, with many power-lust shots, but not that much to actually do.

I'm seriously considering going wedding dress shopping

Me too! Except I already designed mine, lo these 20 years ago. There's been no impetus to actually update it, what with the lack of a him.

I know, but I was hoping.

Yeah, I meant "...and more's the pity."

NYT article on Adult Swim: Destroying Television, Toon by Toon

Any etiquette book will tell you the three exceptions to white after Labor Day are brides, nurses, and babies.

Did you notice the way that Ann sneaked in "white for bride's first wedding"? Go ahead, slam the barn door all you like; the horse is gone, and was the day that Marla Maples wore white to marry Donald Trump.

Except I already designed mine, lo these 20 years ago. There's been no impetus to actually update it, what with the lack of a him.

But you have a whole new body now!

But you have a whole new body now!

It has been pointed out to me by family that I spent my pre-pubescent years designing clothes for my post-pubescent body.

And to think -- we'd despaired of me ever achieving puberty! No, I was just refining the blueprints and solidifying the specifications.

Remember the ear-wax low-level obsession of about a month ago, after Allyson's jelly-belly-sized ear wax glob?

Yeah, my left ear feels completely full, and my hearing in that ear is way less than the right ear. I think I'll go to the drugstore for ear drops and a syringe and attempt home ear-wax removal. Because this is really unnerving.

ita, did the movers take more or less than 4 hours?

beautiful dress, Maria.

I'm all itchy nosed and I still need tod o my hair before Lee gets here. I'm feeling schlubby.

And to think -- we'd despaired of me ever achieving puberty!

I hit puberty a little on the late side. Nobody cared. But I was a little confused, why all my friends suddenly became obsessed with sex. And obsessed in weird ways.

OK, these are actual conversations I had, back in my prebubescent days.

friend (out of the blue): "Do you ever think about S.I.?"

Me: "S.I.? Sports Illustrated?"

friend: "Sexual intercourse."

Me: "Um. Yeah. I guess so."

Then there was this other conversation:

different friend (out of the blue): "Wouldn't it be great to have sex with a dead woman?"

Me: "No!"

ita, did the movers take more or less than 4 hours?

They took five. I think I could have gotten it under 4 if I'd stuck to my "big stuff only" guns, but I already had my credit card out. So there's really not much left -- under the kitchen sink and that damned patio table in the glass box. It needs to be taken apart to be moved, but I seem to recall breaking drill bits putting it together. I'm not optimistic about it.

As for puberty -- I understood the interest in sex from as early on as any of my friends. I was just more bookish about it than they were. When my period finally started we were all relieved, me more than anyone, because they'd set up an appointment with a developmental specialist for the next week.