I have started a necklace for -t.

It occurs to me, as I put the beads and stuff together, that I have no idea if it's to her taste at all. But when it's done, I'll post pictures.

It feels like her, if that makes any sense. It's not at all what I'd planned to make, either.

I'm sure its lovely, Plei, and just right.

My gut is with your gut. It's like a vulcan gut-meld.

THANK YOU for making Bitches a 'cane-free zone. I had committed to staying off b.org for the next few days because I can't deal with the post-and-discuss of the news anymore. I'm glad I checked here first.

Please count me in on a care package for -t and DH.

I need to do something with my hair, and I don't know what. The stylists I can afford here can't handle curly hair. I'd gotten really dependent on my stylist in DC, so I haven't even tried to think about what cuts would suit my hair for years.

Totally different vibe from that other thread prolly cause my chest is lightened, but 1) I love the shower idea, and would like to help if I can 2) I'm going to suggest it (if it's ok to steal the idea) to my girlfriends for Cyn, and to family for our cousin with the 4 kids. 3) Something must be up with animals named Oz. Mine was chewing on an empty chip bag, which Max took from him, so he barked at me.

I'm so glad Cass has the good pain meds. I'm wishing access to the same for vw and whoever else is in need.

Yay! on buttery, oaky, yummy wines. I need some wine edjumacating. I used to have a decent, if a beginner's, palate for reds. Whites just haven't been my thing.

It's so great to see Maria excited about not only the pretty dress and the 10-foot-train!, but the guy. Lovely.

As is the homeward rush of Pete and Paul to save their damsels from ugly arachnids. I must say, my own DH has done the same, and often.

Jobma to Susan, and Jilli, I'm very sorry they saw fit to go with the lesser of the choices open to them.

Lovely, too, is the 'cane news moratorium in Bitches. It's a relief and a refuge. Also, count me in for a basket or collection of treats or practical things for -t.

As always, Mr. tea, the Wally report is received with great interest and definite approval of the positive receipt of your advances.

JS! Why does your clan-sect-group-thing have a Cymru (Welsh) dragon on your tabards?

Have you picked a tat design, erika?

3) Something must be up with animals named Oz.

I think they are all insane.

Count me in on the care package too.

As always, Mr. tea, the Wally report is received with great interest and definite approval of the positive receipt of your advances.

See, and this is the response I keep hoping for with the Laydeez.

I finally broke down and bought a baby monitor, since it's easier to hear the baby next door or the upstairs neighbors than it is to hear Mal. Unfortunately my wireless keyboard interferes with it, sending it into orgies of beeping. Now is that a first-world problem or what?

The olive-oil-as-painkiller thing was interesting. Maybe that's why the baby vet recommended olive oil in the constipation treatment. I certainly think it explains how Greek women can wear the shoes they do. I'd come to the conclusion that they simply lack nerves in their feet (especially after seeing a woman resting her feet, in thin sandals, on the exhaust pipes of a motorcycle), but maybe they just get enough olive oil to withstand the pain.

And the necklace is done. Sanity link and hang check tomorrow, plus pictures.

Unfortunately my wireless keyboard interferes with it, sending it into orgies of beeping. Now is that a first-world problem or what?

Check the order you turn the units on in, because ours is next to a wireless keyboard, and will be cranky if you don't turn them on in a certain (mysterious to me) order. If that doesn't help, glower.

We actually only use the monitor for when I'm trapped in here with Lillian and Paul is doing something on the computer. That way, I can request backup without yelling.

I've been dinking with the channel settings to see it that helps also. So far no love.

Mallory's having one of those days where he forgets how to go to sleep. He's tired and crankyfussy, but can't quite let go of consciousness.

I, on the other hand, am really sleepy. Our neighbors had a party from 11:30 - 6:30, and several of the guests hit our buzzer to be admitted to the premises. The buzzer is scary loud, and right outside the bedroom. That was in addition to the bumping music, the screaming, and the slamming doors.