~ma to connie and DH.

The one in Southcenter that's not actually in the mall

I'm going to try and hit the Northgate one today or tomorrow. Any chocolate fondue stuff that *I* don't buy, I'll pick up for you.

They're right... they do. Although one of the worst things like that I ever read was in a Joseph Wambaugh novel... Detective Yamaguchi grew up in East L.A. so he spent his whole career as "The Chink-ano." Ew. I suspect I would be "Legs".

Hec - Gotta love those A's - they know how to make things exciting. Sweeping the White Sox going into the break...brilliant.

much -ma to connie and involved parties.

And coming late to the Chikat - totally a cyst camp.

It has to be a cyst, ChiKat.

So we need to get a new car. Which means we're out the downpayment we made three weeks ago, plus another downpayment, plus whatever of our loan Progressive won't cover -- we got every bit of coverage known to man except gap insurance -- plus whatever our insurance goes up, plus the traffic citation, plus whatever my driving lessons cost. I think we'll just be able to cover another down payment and August rent at the end of the month, especially if we don't plan on eating much next month.

I know I should just be glad no one was seriously hurt, but I just keep thinking that we're going to be out several thousand dollars, all because I was scared people would beep at me if I waited through the green light for the green arrow to make a left turn.

Can't. Stop. Beating. Self. Up.

My maiden last name was, despite being both phonetic and shared with a highway and a baseball player, completely impossible for anyone to either spell or pronounce.

My married name is easier (2 syllables, also a word in English), but still gets mangled. I end up being either Altar or Atler about half the time.

Chikat- what everyone else said.

I spent a week a few years ago in abject terror after a 'we saw something' phone call.

I went in for new pictures (jeez, I hate that process) and an ultrasound. They didn't see anything, but insisted I have a needle biopsy. I demured, much to their horror.

A month or so later, the lump disappeared on its own. Cyst? You betcha.

Have a big, warm {hug} for the niggling voice and then set your mind to the best possible outcome.

{{Lyra Jane}} Driving social pressure can be a terrible thing.