Oh yeah, he is not suspended or grounded or anything right now. But today was one of those days where every single thing was a drama. I'm exhausted.

Today may be their only win as we have next to no good pitching. The kids try and sometimes it is painful to watch, but they ALL have such good attitudes that the game result was just an added bonus.

Oh, my. Right smack in the middle of What A Girl Wants -- Colin Firth in a sleeveless shirt and leather pants. Dancing in front of a full-length mirror. It's... I'm... glurble

Words cannot express just how much I need to own this movie.

WS, I read somewhere that the refrigeration/gas process used to keep roses a long time can stop the opening process, so there may not be anything you can do.

Those flowers are amazing colors, Beth. Are they asters?

I had a very multicultural evening. I went to a party at a friend of a friend's. They're Russian immigrants and there was food and more food and then more food, plus the insistence on drinking vodka and Krupnik Polish honey vodka. They also showed a video of their daughter's wedding, which was a Russian Jewish wedding in New York on a scale that I never imagined.

ION, my hair is now short and fairly spikey.

Right the fuck on! ::loves Cash's commitment to the cool haircuts with a righteous fury::

I'll have to post pictures tomorrow night.

Yeah, yeah! Pictures are good. ::also loves pictures of Cash::

The baby we played with at Easter today? Oh so cute and sweet and easy to delight. A little toe nibbling and he was such a giggler.

WS, I read somewhere that the refrigeration/gas process used to keep roses a long time can stop the opening process, so there may not be anything you can do.

Thanks, Ginger. It helps to know it may not have been me.

Andi, there's supposed to be a way of squeezing the buds that tells you whether or not the flower will ever open. Unfortunately, I don't know the technique myself to describe it. I had a friend who could do it, but I was not wise enough to pick his brains to learn it. If Daniel has been buying the roses from the same place everytime, I would suggest he try somewhere else.

It's been at least two different places, and maybe three, but then grocery store floral departments probably are the ones most likely to be needing wacky-gasses to preserve the flowers they sell, like Ginger was saying.

Poor Bec! I hope they didn't charge her for that or comped her in some way.

Yeah, they gave her the whole lot (hair and the rest of the makeup job too) for free. Which is really the least they could do.

She's had a rough few years of it, too.

She has. You know, the real wedding present I gave her was simply to be happy for her. She's the kind to worry, and she felt awful about the way our breakup left me. Letting her know I'm doing fine and she did the right thing made a big difference to her peace of mind, I know.

Billytea is indeed the best ex ever. I wish for even an iota of that warmth between Dave and me. Right now, not looking likely.

Oof. I'm sorry to hear that, Kristin. It may change with time, but it's hard.

You know what pissed me off? A man who, if there isn't EVERY single ingredient to make tacos/tostadas, says, "we can't have that." Good lord. Will the lack of refried beans KILL him?

Tell him that he's an actuary, he should be used to extrapolating from incomplete data.

Those flowers are amazing colors, Beth. Are they asters?

noone knows. well, to be acurate, someone even told us once , but the name went away. They are all over my neighborhood, some sort of volunteer. I let them stay until they go , even though they are often in the worong places But they aren't weeds, they are way too pretty for that.

Ok, there is something out of wack in my body. When I went to bed, I felt comfortably warm after hauling a load of laundry upstairs. I was looking forward to that warmth lasting until I had been under the (three) blankets long enough for my own body heat to be comfortable. But after a few minutes, my torso was chilled. Feet? Happily warm. Legs? Quite warm, almost too warm. So I turn on the electric blanket on low. So the torso sllllooooowwwwwwly warmed, while the rest of me is baking, but I don't dare kick the covers off because I know my feet will freeze. And now I can't sleep, because there is no practical way to maintain a reasonable level of comfort in all body zones.

I know I should not be miserably cold at this point - the cats are now sleeping in that adorable stretched out boneless summer sleep pose.

Dan is no help, as he only wants a sheet. And if I get close enough to him to steal his body heat, he might wake up. Which would lead to... not sleep. I wouldn't be cold, but what I want now is sleep.