[Which made me think, "My MOTHER was a factory...."]

You totally shoulda gone this route. Poor Teppy. Ignore the evil people.

I should have said something like "Oh, you two are wearing shirts that are of a similar but not exactly matching color and style, though the fabric weight and number of buttons are very likely not the same. Isn't that funny?"

Oh Teppy. They just sound...well, awful.

I generally *like* Chatty, even though he talks too much, because we tend to geek out over the same things. Or, at least, of the areas where each of us geeks out, there's probably 75% overlap between what he geeks out about and what I geek out about.

But he has a STRONG Anya-literal-pedantic streak that drives me apeshit. Obviously.

Gonna be a loooooooooooooong fucking day with the mill worker.

Heh.

*I* used to work in a factory."

Well, hey! Let's get married, then.

You are making me remember why I quit talking to most of my cow-orkers. Back when I had them.

So my step-mom just wrote me to say that she'd gone to an alumni event at the college where she teaches, and she sat next to L during dinner (he's an alum). L is this guy that I had a huge crush on in high school, went to Homecoming with senior year, and is the only person I've ever met other than my DH that I thought was worth marrying. He did not share my feelings; the Homecoming thing was more because I met his other criteria (didn't go to his school, was known to him, wouldn't expect a relationship, would be comfortable with the group that was going). But since I was neither Hispanic nor Catholic, I was really out of the running for girlfriend status.

That's all interesting history, but not relevant except to say I have all these teenage emotions wrapped up about this guy, but I would never have thought he'd have remembered me, even a year later.

He asked my step-mother about me! It went like "Weren't you dating Raq W's father?" She said they'd gotten married, and he asked if she was still in touch with me and how I was doing, etc. He gave her his email address to give to me.

Weird, huh? Ima gonna write, because I'm friendly that way. He still lives in NM, and in fact designs the haunted house for the city he lives in. (See? Perfect. Except for the still-in-NM part).

You are making me remember why I quit talking to most of my cow-orkers. Back when I had them.

This. Except I still have them. But I don't talk to them, other than telling them not to tamper with my weapons stash.

See, that was the other problem about my job - we couldn't bring weapons onto the premises.

I've never played with an iPod before. I have a mini-iPod at my disposal for the day. So far it has randomly played 1985 for me twice. Hmmmmmmmm.

Timelies! I need some advice from the medicalistas who happen to be around. That or one of the moms. Same dif. ;)

I pulled a muscle in my lower back getting out of the car (never throw your laptop bag over one shoulder and then lean out of the door to get out, baaad move.) I've come home so I don't have to walk around on the hard concrete floors at work. Now, I need to know if I should ice it, since I only did this a couple of hours ago or should I use a heating pad and how long for either of them. I took a couple of ibuprofen pills at work, but they don't really seem to be helping much.

ice, ice baby

Sail, I would ice it over the next 48 hours, at least.