Thanks for trying, Cindy. Those butterflies flapping their wings here and there can't help with the precision storming.

Apparently, that loud bang I heard in the night was a limb breaking off the tree in my front yard. Luckily, it didn't hit anything but grass. This is one of the days I'm glad I don't have to deal with the clean up and maintenance myself. Only a couple of stoplights out on my drive in, so that was nice.

But, see, what I'd want is to look like Scully. Only what would actually happen is that I'd look like Carrot Top.

GA is a natural blonde (though of the dark variety), while Mr. Top is a natural redhead.

You're more likely to wind up Scully than Carrot.

I'm basing my rec on a lovely girl I went to college with. She had the same natural coloring as you.

You're more likely to wind up Scully than Carrot

Ooooh.

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I can totally see you with dark red Scully-hair, Fay.

Timelies!

I can let you all know that Emily's hair looks even better in person, if that's possible.

Yay for Andi's new job! That's fantastic!

I've got lots to do today. Therapy at noon, work at 1. But, I'd also like to get to the hospital early so I can do the paperwork for MassHealth. I really want to get this ball rolling. I'm hoping I have everything I need and that the people are more helpful than they've been in the past. If they're not? I'm gonna let them deal with my shrink. That'll be no fun for them!

Well. My current internet dating scorecard:

Number of emails sent out - 32
Number that have fizzled so far - 12
Number I'm still waiting on - 16
Number of positive replies - 4
Number of speed dating evenings signed up for next week - 2

So you know how people go in for fertility treatment, and they're implanted with multiple fertilised eggs because most likely won't implant, but a few wind up having six kids or something? I'm feeling a bit that way.

Oh, BTW, does anyone have any thoughts on a little puzzle? There's a statement, "She peered inside the small wooden box and saw a wonder before her eyes; a dark stormy sea and shipwreck with few survivors. Then the sky opened up....." It has something to do with surrealism, but I can't work out what. Does it remind anyone of anything?

Emily, I love your hair red, and it looks like it could be your own color.

Fay, I think the inner Fay is a redhead, anyhow.

Apparently, that loud bang I heard in the night was a limb breaking off the tree in my front yard. Luckily, it didn't hit anything but grass.

Mum has the kids. They slept over her house last night. It is the last time they will have a sleepover in my her house. We are moving the spare bed here, today. If I want to sleep over, before the sale closes (Aug. 2), it looks like I'll be couching it, or staying there alone, when mum is in Maine.

Scott and I went out for supper last night, to a real, live restaurant. With tablecloths! Actually, that's a bit of an exaggeration. We went to the Macaroni Grill. They do have actual table cloths, but over the table cloth, they put a white sheet of paper, and they give you crayons. It's not a kid restaurant, either (although it's not-not a kid restaurant, that is, it's not a high atmosphere sort of venue, and you could easily bring the kids, but why would we? Nana had them). They give you crayons, even when you're 38 and 41. And the waitress writes her name in crayon, on the paper.

I had Penne Arrabbiata which was wonderfully garlic-y and hot, in my mouth, but my tummy, while still rather well behaved, seems not exactly crazy about the garlic. Scott had the Lobster Ravioli, which is a lobster-filled tarragon pasta topped with shrimp, asparagus, tomatoes and lemon butter. Very daring, for him. I didn't try it, because well...

I have a bread problem.

If you bring me bread, I eat it. They bring a hot little loaf of bread, place a saucer on the table, fill it with (very nice) Olive Oil, and grind black pepper on top of it. It seems rude not to eat it, ya know? Then, we ordered Tomato Bruschetta as an appetizer. And again, I mean, I'm just trying to be a polite guest, so I eat it. Also, I'd ordered a small side Caesar Salad, because I've not been eating well. And then my Penne came. I think there must have been a pound of it. I didn't eat it all mind, because by then, there was no room. I ate enough to be decent about it though. Then there was dessert, which was really ridiculous. But there it was. Oof. Maybe I'll eat again, tomorrow.

Cindy, that sounds lovely. You have leftovers you feel like sharing???

That sounds like a lovely meal, Cindy. i don't think I've been to a Macaroni Grill, but I've been somewhere where the waitresswrote her name on teh table in crayon. It's a nice touch.

Go vw with the gettting things down and balls rolled and whatnot!

That wooden box shipwreck thing sounds familiar, bt, but I can't place it. good luck with getting exactly the responses you want, not too much and not too little. I wish you to be the Goldilocks of dating.

OK, now that the morning shift for Buffistas has gotten their Emily-fix, I was able to getinto kodakgalleries and Emily, you look AWESOME!

Cindy, the lobster ravioli sounds so delicious! Hooray for date night!

In not so great news, I got a call from my mom last night; one of my kitties (who I had to put into foster care at my folks years ago, due to the cats' obsession with being outside, and my living in places where that wasn't feasible), Arthur, died. He had a clot and lost the use of his hind legs first; my mom brought him to the vet, where he confirmed there was nothing to be done, and he was put to sleep while my mom pet him till he died.

Oh, shit, I'm crying AGAIN. RIP Arthur. May you kill many birds and mice in Kitty Valhalla. He was a big dumb sweet ginger calico cat. His brother, Beeblebrox, will have a hard time. They've been together every day since they were born 10 years ago.