{{{{{{{{Epic}}}}}}}} giving you plenty so you can share with Terri and her family.

Raq, y'all have my sympathies on the loss of the writing.

Everyone who needs it, Harvey is purring up a storm here between my arms as I type - there's enough purr-vibes for me and half the board, I figure.

Windsparrow! You da bomb! I mean, it sucks that you have to do the jobhunt thing, but I'm awed at you for putting your foot down like that. Bloody well done. Life is too short.

Yes, I forgot to give my sympathies to ChiKat! I'm sorry. That has gotta be scary as heck. I'm so glad the salesperson caught it and I hope the police get it cleared up quickly.

Am I the only one who really wants to hear Fay say hip-hop stuff like "You da bomb!" in person someday?

Heeheehehe.

Am I the only one who really wants to hear Fay say hip-hop stuff like "You da bomb!" in person someday?

Oh but such wonders exist... And I bet there's a ' fista who could lean you there. With Peeps.

What WS said.

Man. My friends took me on this mini-makeover thing on Friday, right? And I got a brow, lip and chin wax for only the second time in my life. The person doing it was much less conservative in coverage than the person who did my first, much to my dismay. My face is *still* feeling numb from it. My lip, in particular. It's really annoying and I don't like it. I don't like the evidence of my Italian heritage, either, but I think I'd rather bleach than feel this weird.

Ugh, Raq, I hate the thought of losing stuff forever. I'm sorry.

job~ma to Windsparrow, and I'm happy for you that you stood up for yourself and didn't allow her to speak to you like that.

ChiKat- hooray for Michelle and hope there aren't anymore little surprises in store for you.

Yesterday was an exhausting but mostly nice day. We got up pretty early, cleaned the the house, went shopping, and then my parents and grandmother came to the house and hung out, followed by 3 of my good friends. So we all hung out and had a nice time. Went out to dinner afterward with my family, and walking from the restaraunt to the hotel (right next to each other, but have to cut through a couple parking lots) I noticed a guy in front of us stumble when he wasn't expecting a step down. I processed the information a little too slowly and shouted to my dad, a few steps ahead of me, watch your step!

Too late. He stumbled, fell face first on the pavement. He's 61 years old, still has limited mobility, and has already broken bones from falling.

He's moaning in pain, and my 89 year old grandmother (his mom) cries out, and RUNS TO HIM, tripping and falling over the same step down and coming down and landing on the back of her HEAD with a sickening thump.

My dad and my grandma, bith have been so fragile, fallen down at full speeds, lying next to each other in pain. I am surprised I did not wake up this morning with a full head of white hair.

Anyway, they are able to walk back to the hotel, my dad's palms and knees are scraped up, but he's fine, but I was certainly more concerned about the almost 90 year old's HEAD INJURY. There was a bump the size of an Easter egg on the back of her head.

We get Grandma changed, and settled in, and ice for her head. I make my mom promise to sleep in the same room with her. (She's an RN who works with the elderly) Tom and I walk home and I... just... lose... it.

Everything's OK, I hope, I will feel better once I know that Grandma's awake and OK and not sick or concussion-y.

Anyway.

Oh Nora, your poor family. Your poor you. How awful.

Snuggles Nora. nb Ok, the snuggles are from me, the "nb" is from Harvey, who insisted, more insistently than usual on standing on the keyboard just now. I'm not sure what exactly it means but I'm sure it is warm, loving wishes for calm rest for you, and healing rest for your Dad and Grandmother.

Silly Andi, clearly, it means Nora Beautiful.