Aidan turned toward his Daddy, smacked the keyboard hard with one hand, and said, "FUCK IT!" and then walked away.

I see Owen has some competition for fair Emeline's hand...

We have a famous family story about unwittingly trying to get one's parents arrested. My father and some number of his seven siblings were bothering my Grandmother while she was trying to make pancakes. When the whirled around to scold them, the top of the old-fashioned and heavy spatula flew off and clocked my father in the forehead.

They took him to the hospital for stitches the doctor asked him what happened and, because he didn't want his mother to get in trouble, he said "They told me not to run in the house because I would fall and hit my head on the radiator and that's what happened. It's my fault".

Not only was my Gramma already embarassed to death, it looked like she'd gotten the kid to lie for her. SO funny.

Shoulder-ma for Connie's DH.

Yo, bitches. Where is everyone?

I ask for hair help and got nothing. Then almost 2 hours and no posts?

Hec must be deeply feverish.

I thought he was on the mend. Health~ma to Hec and Emmett.

Job interview next week. Go me! I was beginning to think I'd never get another.

It's a UW job, but at an off-campus location, so no commuting with DH. Unless he gets the job at the Christian college, in which case we wouldn't be all that close together (opposite sides of Queen Anne Hill), but would be on the same bus route, so we could in theory go in together, park at whoever's office offers the cheapest employee parking, and have the other person hop on the bus.

Sorry, Suzi, I suck at hair advice, and I went to do some work... which isn't yet done. Aaagh!

But it's almost time to go get babies off the bus. Damn, the mornings go by way too fast.

My little joke...to miss the tonsorial clarion call. IJS.

I need some reminders that I can make it through the day.

Just had a tough, and I mean TOUGH, meeting with the prof about my paper. I think it went ok, but it was so emotionally draining that I don't have much left.

I'm at work now. I skipped class, because my meeting with prof went long, and I knew I'd have a pile of stuff a mile high on my desk (which I do). Ugh, ugh, ugh.

Will not cry. Will not cry. Will not cry.

it's OK, vw. you'll get through this, and it will all come out OK in the end.