My Dad got home from work, pooped, and my Mother greeted him with the news that the baby had started climbing and they needed to move some furniture.

When I read this I thought you were adding information about your father's bathroom habits. Then I realized you meant "tired" when you said "pooped".

Timelies, all.

I have some news...we are moving to Puerto Rico.

Whoa, that's news! But think, family togetherness and lots of sun and surf.

I don't have any climbing stories except for the one in which Ben got up on a chair to look out a low first-floor window at the garbage truck and pushed through screen, landing in the bushes in his diaper and t-shirt. He was fine, and it was actually kind of funny.

I just had to e-smack my husband

Heh. I like that.

Happy anniversary a day late Jess and Ethan!

It would be really wrong to make a Katrina and the Waves joke wouldn't it?

Yes.

But only because I couldn't think of a good one.

Silly Gud, hurricanes don't walk on sunshine. I'm assuming Laura's fine, she was very not worried yesterday.

I just quit my job. To stay home and not work. Eep.

I just quit my job. To stay home and not work. Eep.

Yay? This is a good thing, right?

Yes, a good thing.

Just a little scary in the maybe-I-added-wrong-and-we-really-do-need-my-miniscule-paycheck way. But even if that's true, finding a crappy job that's equivalent to this crappy job shouldn't be hard.

ETa, there's also some how can I be a good feminist if my husband supports me? going on, it would appear. I thought I'd beaten that down already.

there's also some how can I be a good feminist if my husband supports me? going on, it would appear

Beat it back harder. And, yay!

there's also some how can I be a good feminist if my husband supports me? going on, it would appear

I want my husband to support me.

Wait, that's not gonna work.

Do you suppose my cat can get a job and support me? Maybe some cushy government job? Like in the Department of Running Back and Forth Between Rooms For No Reason?

I have zero climbing stories (my family lacks climbers), though I did cut my finger on a fruit cocktail can when I was three and needed stitches. The doctor had my father hold me still while they put the novacaine into my finger... and my father fainted at the sight of it.

Word of advice when installing a new shower head: If you buy one off the rack at Target, the cuff that attaches the shower head to the pipe nowadays is going to be plastic. Therefore, don't go to any extra effort in screwing the cuff in, because you'll split the cuff and have to figure out how the hell you're gonna fix it without a replacement part.

Personal musical rediscovery: the Violent Femmes' eponymous first album. It's such a high school teen angst album for me. Masturbation! Not getting laid! Getting laid! Breakups! Yet it holds up surprisingly well after 22 years.

That's all for now. Have to interview some new web/graphic designers today.

Once he passes the Civil Service exam, I'd think he'd be a shoo-in, tommyrot.

Thanks for the Yays. Best way to counter an incipient panic attack that I've found.