{{{LJ}}} Driving in our area is a bitch.

Now off to my own private hell, the DC DMV. If I don't check in tomorrow, send out a search party.

Later bitches.

Cysty cyst cyst. Mine always are, Robin's cysty -- evidently all the cool kids are doing it.

ita, when you're writing with pen and ink, do you give yourself an upper case i?

Nope. Lower case all the way. Ita looks plain funny to me, written or typed. I almost don't see it anymore, but in a way that means I miss they're talking about me.

Hec -- I was introduced to EE Cumming's poetry by a sarcastic man who insisted we must be related, because of the capitalisation thing. Now I learn that EE wasn't lower-cased, so it was just a happy piece of false trivia. His backup was probably kd lang, but I found her on my own anyway.

I recommend spray on latex.

Yeah. But no place to put the nursing pads.

But gosh, they're fun to look at.

The picture with just the bald head and the hands is really creepy.

Also, good thoughts are going Connieward.

Thanks for the hugs. I just feel like the biggest idiot on the planet.

My continuing quest for a new last name, from DH

The paradigm (unless you want something like smith, which you never have to spell unless you spell it Smyth, and no one does that by choice) is letters which do not rhyme with other letterrs.

Mr. and Mrs. Rour Mr. and Mrs. Worrul

But Rorrorrorruwp (pronounced "rope") would be my choice.

Jilli, I think you should concentrate on dressing up Jilli and not spread yourself thin over dolls.

I like Worrul.

Many vibes for Connie, dh and health team.

LJ, that sucks, but I'm glad you're able to recover from it.

I've been working but I finally caught up. Very interesting conversation in here the last couple of days.

I had my boys circumsized because my dad isn't and had an issue in his teens that I won't describe, and a second cousin who was in the hospital being circumsized at the age of 4--at the same time I was in having Nick--because his foreskin grew completely shut.

sj, I hope you're feeling better today. Askye, I hope annoying coworker finally grew up a little bit and I'm sending much ma for your family.

eta the other thing: I like the name Raquel and I should win... just because.

Jilli, what Mrs. -t Rorrorrorruwp, said. Dolls may be fun to look at, but pretty Jilli is so much better.

Meanwhile: Dear Professor Trying-to-be-Sneaky, I have seen the emails about the elevator not working. Please do not ask me to "just run something up" to your office on the seventh floor. It is not going to happen.

My ex-husband just came by to drop off some things of mine I finally have the space for. He casually mentioned that he's moving to a new place, too. Turns out he bought a condo.

And I'm totally wrecked by this. Because we bought a condo once, together, and it was the biggest deal of our life together. We loved that place from the moment we set eyes on it, much the same way we fell in love, and it was our home.

And now he's going to have another home, another place that he loves, without me. His new girlfriend will help him decorate, redo the kitchen, and make a garden out of the driveway (all things he's planning).

When we were both renting it seemed like we were on more equal footing; both of us rootless, both of us nowhere near the solidity of the life we shared. And now... Another way in which he's moved on and I haven't. Can't.

He even used the same mortgage broker we used together.

God, I just wasn't expecting this at all.

hugs Jen for DAYS