Hi, Dylan, and welcome.

Jess, I'm sorry I didn't get to wish you and E a happy anniversary on the actual day. I did enjoy seeing the photos of you, though. What a handsome pair of people.

Maria, cute shoooz!

Then she fell and smacked her head tonight. Big ol' bruise on her head. And yet, back on the horse.

In my immediate family, I am the only person that hasn't had to take my nephew to the ER. His mom, his bio contributor, the guy my sister dated for a couple of years, his new step-dad, my step-mom, my dad, my brother, my sister-in-law, my grandma and bio contrib's parents have *all* ended up taking him to the ER for various self-inflicted injuries to the scrappy kid who does something, anything that has defied all child proofing. He just turned nine and the only chance I have of maintaining my record now is prayer. Kids are resiliant and they explore. It's what they do.

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ION, flexeril kicks serious ass. Duuuuuuuude... Saw my doctor and I have a pinched nerve somewhere. He sampled me up and it rocks.

Didn't make me coma girl either which bodes well for tomorrow.

I got the trash taken out, some dishes done, made an appt for some hopefully fluffy bunny kineosiology tomorrow, sorted my laundry and passed out for a several hour nap.

I did have really weird, even for me, dreams. Is this a side-effect or just my brain finally being able to reboot after several days of pain? There was a cool house, a neighborhood on fire, emotional catharsis, a brilliant new flat after the one house got burnt up, a deluge and snogging with a Buffista I am not likely to ever be making out with. To sum up, weird. Deep, solid, refreshing sleep with a side of strange dreams...

I just took the second one, because it is both time and my spidey-sense back is tingling but not nearly so bad as before, and am planning on going back to sleep.

I am irked, for one of the romances I grabbed from the library today was one I've already read. Heck, I think it's one that I'd not only read, I'd passed along to Susan in a big bag of the things.

Sigh. Guess I can be thankful that it wasn't that memorable.

I'm reasonably certain, however, that I've not read either Jo Beverly I picked up.

Chiming in with another tale of had own childproofed room, that didn't stop me from splitting my lip open on the dining room table. There's always something on which you can damage yourself.

There's always something on which you can damage yourself.

Yes! Especially when you have siblings.

Yes! Especially when you have siblings.

They'll do the damage for you! Save you the trouble!

My sister put my head through drywall. I'm just thankful I hit between the studs.

My brother hit me in the face with a piece of tetherball pole that he was using as a baseball bat. I survived.

My dad made me eat, through a straw, (ita-fonted for the squeamish) runny scrambled eggs that he blended with milk and antibiotics. I barely survived.

One is good fodder for the guilt and the other for a short story that I;ve had published a few places.

It all worked out.

FTR, it was all "accidental". The breaking of my jaw at least. Those eggs had oremeditation and extreme prejudice written all over them

My sister put my head through drywall. I'm just thankful I hit between the studs.

Hey, I did this to Robert a couple years ago. Well, actually it was his feet. Left a hole about a foot in diameter.

It was at martial arts, if that helps. Having the rep of "threw husband through wall" is fun.

Guests have gone to Wagons-Lits to see about getting to the islands, so I feel safe to hang out in Bitches for a bit.

Welcome Dylan! And I said in Natter, yay for climbing Annabel. I know it's scary and means the next phase of childproofing, but I love seeing Mallory hit each new development phase.

I had almost no childproofing at home, yet somehow I survived. I've got a misshapen finger from getting it slammed in a door (stitches), I'd experimented with house current repeatedly by age 5, and broken at least one chair by climbing up its back and riding it down to the ground.

My childproofing concerns for Mal involve the sharp marble hearth, the 220v wall current, and the meter-high-and-thus-surmountable wall that divides the second-floor landing from a drop of 15 feet onto concrete stairs. Oh, and the oven that has a child lock but gets so hot on the outside it burns you to touch it. I've decided the only solution is these: [link]

I've decided the only solution is these: [link]

Bwah!

Timelies all! I have a million things to do today before I head to New Hampshire for the weekend. I'm very much looking forward to the retreat, even though I don't know anyone else that's going. That's kind of the point of the whole thing...meet people... But, much to do first.

Raq, do you have IM of some sort? I'd love to chat with you about something. If not, I'll just send you an e-mail...

yep, I'm zone_wombat on Yahoo messenger. (I should get GoogleTalk).

Fair warning - my head is not screwed on straight today. I just burned tortellini...that I was boiling.