Twins.

Oh. Dear.

Huh.

(Boss still chatting. Me not pleased.)

Can't believe I forgot to say Happy Birthday to the lovely LibKitty. Happiest of Day After B-Day to you!

I've decided I'm having a birthday week this year, so you're not late at all, Epic! And thanks!

Tonight's installment of the birthday week involves going with a friend to pick gift books for my (currently non-existent) church library from another, very generous, denomination's regional office. Said books will then sit in my apartment until we have a building again. I'm shooting for a year, but I think I may be optimistic. Then, dinner and a movie! I'm not sure if we'll go for Ice Age II, Inside Man, or some video at my friend's place. On Saturday, shopping and our youth group is having a fundraiser. On Sunday, my quartet is singing at church for the first time, after all of us remember to spring forward.

kitty

All this talk of kitties is really negatively impacting my ability to skip and skim. Every time someone puts kitty, I have to stop and read. Of course, they're neat and interesting stories, so I guess that's ok. (I'm working really hard at not adding an emoticon here. You should all be very proud of me.)

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{vw}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} All is not lost. There is hope. The school things will get figured out and the body things will get figured out. They may both take more time and energy than any of us would like, but, and this is important, NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT. Eventually, both you and the school will understand this. It's not like you just got bored or overcommited. You had serious medical issues and you were following doctor advice at every step. You can drown your school with letters from your doctors, teachers, advisors, supervisors, etc., if necessary. If you're friendly and persistent, eventually you'll get to that "right person" Sparky was talking about. And we'll all be with you throughout the process, as will many other people that I don't know that clearly care deeply about you.

Your birthday week sounds wonderful, libkittty. I'm so glad you're enjoying it.

Huh, my ability to remember what I was going to say only extends back one post.

Oh. Dear.

If she doesn't stop calling me with "good" news? I am going to end up being honest. And nobody wants that.

Hey, Cass, relax your jaw.

I'm sensing some tension.

::looks around::

Is there a camera in here? I just started the stretchy yawns. Cause I could feel the tension.

If she doesn't stop calling me with "good" news? I am going to end up being honest. And nobody wants that.

You must chill. You must chill. I have hidden your keys. Remember, you are one of the few bastions of sanity in these poor children's lives. Let's work on preserving that. Calming breaths. Find your center. Etc.

I only watch to protect you from yourself. And terrorism, of course.

::whistles innocently::

I only watch to protect you from yourself. And terrorism, of course.

Remember, you are one of the few bastions of sanity in these poor children's lives.

Should I put on lipstick?

Dammit, cover blown. All I can really see is this big flamey eye.

I need to put on lipstick, though. So, yes?

So, possible silver lining, as twins they'll have each other to rely on. Might help.