I used to call Bec every day, usually more than once. And now I call the Wallybee pretty much every day, though I wait for lunchtime. And thanks to the marvels of modern technology, I also send her lots of text messages. Long ones. Often four tiny texty pages long. I had to enter "Penguin" into my phone's dictionary! That is all shades of wrong!

When Dave is at work we usually e-mail each other a few times a day. Usually just quick notes. When I was working or when I'm in school he usually sends an e-mail to my cellphone to make me laugh and let me know he is thinking of me.

I'm going to weigh in with Insane Troll Mom. Wacky.

ION, here's a blog that asks the question, "What if the cast of House played characters in Casablanca?"

That's it. I think billytea is my dream date.

People are just different. I love a steady back and forth with people I'm very close to. I don't often get it because not everyone I feel close to likes the phone or likes email or likes as much contact. I can well imagine that when two people who like close contact get involved with one another, they call each other quite a bit.

(((Gud))) What a lot of other people said. Any marriage counselor worth her salt should be facilitating a DIAlogue. Relationships are a two-way street and your wife should be working on cleaning her side of the street, too.

Gah. I haven't even started taxes yet. I've got a gig this Thursday, friends hijacking me to a stylist on Friday and proposing to hijack me for clothes shopping Saturday and I've got tons of medical expenses I need to deduct if only I can find the receipts in the moving/construction mess.

Gah. I haven't even started taxes yet. [snip] and I've got tons of medical expenses I need to deduct if only I can find the receipts in the moving/construction mess.

I just took a Lush bath for the sole purpose of shaving my legs so that I could wear a dress tomorrow.

I feel like such a girl.

Yay.

Gud, honey, I have no constructive thoughts but I'm wishing you all the inchoate -ma in the world, and smothering you in punctuation from afar. You're a good bloke. You're trying very hard to make your relationship work. I respect the pants off you, mate, and I wish you well.

Meanwhile, on a more trivial note - conversation upon arriving at school today.

Me: Good morning (first kid in the class, 7 yrs old). How you doin'?

FKITC: Good, thanks.

Me: So did you have a nice holiday? Did you do any cool stuff?

FKITC: I rode my bicycle (mumble mumble) an accident.

Me: Oh dear! You had an accident?

FKITC: Yes. I rode my bicycle into (otherkid).

Me: Was (otherkid) okay?

FKITC (gleefully): No. He hurt his penis.

Me: .....er. Did he have to go to the hospital?

FKITC (disappointed): No.

Me: Well, that's good. Um. Anyway, let's get back to writing poems...

Oh, my god! Look what I could make for Toto: [link] I won't, but I *could*.

Fay, that is too funny!

vw, are you still on line?

I didn't see the chat thingie, because I had other windows open.

Happy Birthday Owen!!!