Oh yum, Bev!

I don't have a dishwasher either and would sacrifice one of my farther relations for one sometimes. The sink of dishes is overwhelming once they sit, do the dishes as they are dirtied is gospel.

And floors are the worst, for me. I hates cleaning floors.

I do have a hot bath waiting though, those are of the good.

Dirty dishes mean we're eating. Washing them means we're ready and expecting to eat some more. The whole cycle has a nice grateful/hopeful vibe to it.

I wish my mother had said something like this when I was 14. I might have been less resentful of the chore.

Cindy, continued -ma for you and Ben. I want the waiting and worrying to be over for you and your boy to be healthy.

Thanks, Lisa. Hey, how was your birthday party?

Hey, how was your birthday party?

It actually turned out very well. Dad was there and two of my sisters and some friends and Owen. We had a lasagna dinner and this caramel brownie thing that rocked.

The angst never really materialized. Silly me. I should know better.

Most of my party angst is pre-party, these days, which points the finger of blame back at me. I hate when that happens. In your case, the finger still goes to your sister. *g*

How is your nephew doing?

How is your nephew doing?

I almost hate to mention it. Not so good. When I stopped Friday at my sister's house they were gone--trying to gather money to bail him out of jail. Not for drugs, though, at least. He got into a fight at a party and had been arrested for battery.

My sisters helped with the last $200 and they got him out on Saturday--he had *just* started a job (his first!) and it's hoped that if he goes to court and shows that he's working and off drugs, he'll at least avoid going back to jail. I got to see his baby girl. She's so adorable. I hope he gets his act together for her sake.

And Mom didn't make the party because she went to Foxwood Casino with her sisters. *shrug*

But it was a good weekend. Especially watching the Sox game with Dad and Owen on Saturday night.

Oh, Cashmere, I'm sorry to hear about the nephew, but glad the party went well and that you had a good time.

More {{{{}}}} for Cindy, just 'cause.

I need to be getting in the shower soon, but am fighting with my pre-lab first. Ugh. I have no idea what I'm doing, and I can't talk with anyone about it.

The hell? How did I get so far behind I had to skip 1300ish posts to pretend to be caught up?

~ma and other forms of punctuation to anyone who wants 'em.

I just stopped myself from having a hissy meltdown fit in the kitchen. Not only couldn't I find the dish cloths I brought with me from Arizona, I couldn't find any dishcloths at all. We (and by "we" I mean Daniel because I hate doing dishes) have been doing dishes with a sponge that occationally gets microwaved for 3 minutes to kill off germiness. I needed the cloth to wipe up a counter that had pear drool all over it, from a fit of actually doing something with the huge frickin' pile of pears Daniel's co-worker gave him a month ago. I'm not sure why, but trying to wipe up a counter doesn't feel right with a sponge.

I used a small towel.

ETA: Double what the hell? I italicized one word, on purpose, and closed the tag as I intended. But the rest of the post was italicized with it, so fearing I had forgotten to close it, I tried to edit the post. Not an unclosed tag, but a mysterious new set of italics tags including a closer wormed their way into the post. Then when I meant to hit "Post message" I missed, apparently, and got "Buffistas Home" instead. I'ma go back to bed.

Oh, wait, I have pears and butter and brown sugar on the stove. No bed-going for me.

Thanks, vw. Just do your best on your pre-lab. If it's not right, then you'll learn why at school, which is why you're going to school. Remember, you're not going to get all 100s and A+s. You're going to learn.

And Cashmere, I'm going to take a handful of your relatives out behind the woodshed, okay?

But it was a good weekend. Especially watching the Sox game with Dad and Owen on Saturday night.

Oh, fun! Ben fell big in love with baseball the year my dad died, but dad died right around/before Spring training, so he never got to see it. He would have enjoyed it, so. Does Owen pay any attention to the game? Ben used to watch hockey when he was younger than Owen. I think he found it exciting.