In conclusion: let's make out.

That's what people do with family. Or the Democratic party

Funniest. Crosspost. EVAH.

Aye there be pirates for us tonight. Tickets in hand. Picking up MIL and seeing in Fort Lauderdale near her house. I Can't Wait.

I left a list of stuff for the kids to do today and vibed like crazy for them to do some of the list so I could surprise them with Pirates. They did enough that we can go. Although Bobby decided that the mica counters needed pledge. Ugh. Redo tomorrow.

makes out with Fay

makes out with everybody

Stephen Hawking wants to know how the human race can survive the next hundred years.

Yahoo! Answers should have a "Filter out any posts in which more than 95% of words fail spell check." Also, a "Filter out any posts that contain LOL" option. Then the 17,000 answers would get reduced to something sensible.

Edit: Also, run-ons. Then we'd get to avoid this gem: "Professor, I think that we will be able to survive much longer, because if nuclear war can be prevented and global warming is just a phase like many scientists say, we will be fine until the sun loses it's hydrogen, so it can't create plasma, that won't happen for a long time though." Sadly, I don't think there could conceivably be a "Filter for scientific idiocy" option.

Ha! Well, I do call sluttiness "The Democratic weakness" but context is my friend.

Hubby's home. He feels pretty good, but at the moment that's the Lidocaine talking. We'll know if the other injections worked in a couple of days. I'm not celebrating just yet, because he's had other injections before that providing tremendous relief but which crapped out in a week.

It's not universal relief. Other little colonies of pain are raising their voices to be heard now that the big noise is shut down, plus the surrounding areas are still tightened up from coping with the mess. But he can tell the difference.

The staff were very nice and they kept asking if we had any questions. We've been blessed with the quality of the staff we've worked with. The trolls who decide what coverage we're entitled to, though, deserve to spend a year in Hubby's shoes. I hope no one here works for medical insurance decision makers, because I have little in the way of regard for such people.

We were given some information on spinal cord stimulation, which is an implanted electronic intereference generator. The idea of something implanted in Hubby wigs me out, but if it works . . .

More updates as I know them. Bless you all.

I frequently get that same "I don't belong here" vibe when I go back to the town where I grew up. Of course, most of the time that I was growing up, the rest of the kids made it pretty clear that I didn't belong there, so possibly that's not too surprising.

Also, just had to share my tagline. Quote from one of my students. This question then led to a rather spirited debate as to whether Pascal or Fibonacci was cooler.

FCM: Pascal, Fibonacci, Newton.

C Newton - afaict, he was an ass

M Fibonacci - came up with sexy sexy series, and successful import business

F Pascal - that triangle has to be worth a roll in the hay

Continuing to hope that this one works, connie.

I frequently get that same "I don't belong here" vibe

This describes my every day life.

Oh Fay. Le Bloke has a theory that the further we move towards the Meadowhall end of the city, the uglier people get. I think he might be right.