No usually pasta with what I grudgingly call tomato sauce or just olive oil. He can cook, but he usually doesn't. He doesn't like processed food and he doesn't own a television set.

Happy birthday to marvelous, generous, delicious Ginger!!!!!

I am incredibly, incredibly sleepy, and will be in bed VERY soon.

(Aimée)

And, late though I am, I feel a need to throw in a "Gershwin Girl totally likes carrots." Though, to the best of my knowledge, she does not like macaroni and cheese with peas. Which is evidence that she is wrong like a wrong wrong.

Peas. Mostly ew.

Gershwin Girl? Have we officially given a name to your sweetie? I love it.

But they make me feel better about eating the mac and cheese. Like I'm getting at least some nutritional benefit.

Many happy returns of the day, Ginger.

{{{Aimée}}}

I am home. Pete, because he is bonkers, has gone to his regular Tuesday night D&D game. *I*, however, am going to spend the evening reassuring the cats that I do love them, and unpacking.

Gershwin Girl! I love it!

{{{sj}}} Good for you, getting through the day. And yay for Dave being such a great support for you! (Although I do kind of miss calling him Teacup Guy.)

Peas are just so unnecessary. They're too small to taste like much.

Tell you what, e-mail me the next time it happens, and I'll call her and talk her down. That way, you don't feel obligated to solve her problems for her.

You know what? I am not your marriage counselor. I am not your therapist. When somebody says "Am I overreacting, or is X a problem", I am going to continue to say "You're overreacting." If you can't deal with that, you shouldn't have asked the question.

I do ask people "Am I overreacting?" all the time. And sometimes they tell me that I am, and I blush or get peeved. That's because this is a conversation, not a ritual request for praise.

Hi Jilli!

I've been meaning to email you to tell you how great it was to hang out with you this weekend--but I'll just do it here.

It was a blast. Miss you two already.