I think there's a thrill that maybe comes from freedom, when reading a book written for Other People, Susan. You don't have to take what it says to heart, are free to critique or praise it at will.

I will also read anything.

Oh, and Laura, I am all for flirting, flirts, and anything having to do with same. My Blue's Clue was specifically for Crush(can we please-huh-huh)!Boy, in this particular situation, only.

I would like to say that the red menace struck me yesterday and I woke up this morning with the (now monthly) Worst Cramps Ever (like puking from the pain bad). I got ready to go to work and started shaking and lay down on the couch so I'd be in a fit state to drive. I thinked I moaned a little because my dog jumped up on the ottoman and put her front feet on the couch so she could come over and look in my eyes. SHe stayed there and just leaned her forehead on my head for a long time. She is a very good nurse.

My Blue's Clue was specifically for Crush(can we please-huh-huh)!Boy

Love the new name.

So, ya know what's painful?

Shutting your thumb in the hatchback of your minivan so hard that the damn thing latched.

That would hurt.

((Aimee))

Ugh, sorry to hear about the nasty cramps, Robin.

And sorry about your poor thumb, Aims.

Yarrgh, I don't even want to think about that.

(Though it makes me fondly remember my nana and great aunt. Whenever anyone closed the sliding door on our van - and I mean every time - they would both jump and go "oh!". No matter where in the car they or anyone else was.)

Poor Aimee!

Soothing ~ma to all the Bitches who are approcahing or One with The Earth today.

Gud, how are you?

People in my office are raving about the cookies I made, which I personally thought were kind of so-so. I almost didn't bring them. Go figure.

I am completely torn between Yay! and Fuck! right now.

So, Crush!Girl definitely likes me. As in, last night there were many smoochies and admitting of interest and cuddles and all manner of neat things that I very, very much like.

Unfortunately, there was also discussion of why the signals have been mixed from her. Well, not directly, but there was discussion of what problems she has with the concept of dating me. Or, rather, problem. And it's the one I was most afraid would be the reason, because it's the one that's going to turn out to be the hardest to answer.

She's very worried, possibly completely unwilling, to get involved with somebody who isn't Jewish.

...

No solutions were reached because, well, I'm her best source of advice about things at the moment and, frankly, not really an unbiased source of advice in this case.

So we just went to sleep. Together. And this morning we held hands, and had breakfast, and our vibe is unchanged and we're so clearly dating! But I'm afraid, because I know she's conflicted, and I hate that, and I don't know what to do.