God will be your airbag.

OMG! Dad and I used something similar to this in an analogy about his driver's ed classes and biology classes including ID. Something like "While I may personally believe God will be my seatbelt. It's not the law, and not something I should teach in class."

Tell my lizard brain that.

Dear Jen's Lizard Brain,

When you're not getting riled up by pretty boys in eyeliner and pretty girls with soft delicious bellies, you may occasionally be startled by emotional spasms from the past. Please disregard these reflexive core-deep flinches. It is a sad bit of muscle memory from the muscle we call the heart, and floods the body with the melancholia. It is just a sad reflex.

With that in mind, please get back to the sexual excitement and the drooling over tasty vegan dishes.

Thanks ever so,

Jen's Friend, David

t makes Jen fresh pesto

t makes out with Jen

cc's own lizard brain, though not a Lizard brain because its punctuation would be better and there'd be more girls.

Can it stop being Monday yet?

Aimee, I'm on my way.

Whoot, whoot!

Good to know you know which side of your vegan, gluten free bread is vegan buttered!

Perkins, didn't Monday get the memo that it was SO two days ago?

Jen, when Aimee's done with you, I give you snogging and vegan dessert!

Zmayhem: CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chocolate makes things better. It even allowed me to sneer, rather than scream, at the Motherwear selection. Why I keep looking, I don't know, but something in me is obviously convinced that if I look hard enough, they'll realize that they need to MAKE SOMETHING DRESSY. FLORAL PASTELS DO NO COUNT! NEITHER DOES JERSEY KNIT, FUCKERS!

Hmm. Wonder if there's still time to Ebay something non-nursing and fuck with it.

Sweetie, is it not possible to or do you not want to give Tickybox a bottle?

Note to self: first Los Angeles, then Seattle, with a stop in San Francisco to smooch Hec and JZ and any other Bay-istas in need of a smooching.