Oooh, yes. I meant to say "Whoohoo" for connie! But very quietly, so the universe doesn't think we really believe it can be kind and benevolent and thus encourage it to more bad behavior to thumb its nose at it.

I don't care how old the Universe thinks it is, its not even twelve yet. At least then we'd be getting sex along with all the other things it sees fit to inflict us with.

{{{Hil and Mom}}} I hope she's well soon.

Quiet woo hoo for Connie and CONGRATS to flea and family.

Hil, I do hope it's nothing this time, too.

I had NO IDEA what the 420 thing meant.

From the add:

There's a cellar below the house where I've built my Bay City Welding workshop.

and where I'll chain you up...

A world of eeewwwww.

The scary thing is, if it had been police code, I might have called it.

Trudy, do you need an internal or external modem? What kind of machine is it going in?

She needs an external.

But very quietly, so the universe doesn't think we really believe it can be kind and benevolent and thus encourage it to more bad behavior to thumb its nose at it.

Be vewwy, vewwy quiet, we're hunting peace of mind.

Remind me, please, that it's better to sell heavy expensive textbooks I'm never going to use again than to take them across the country with me, even if I'm selling them for the cost of a bag of potato chips. Because it feels deeply, deeply wrong.

It really is much better, Emily.

Sell them, Emily. Not only will you (a) have to pay to ship them and (b) not use them again, but (c) some poor student will be happy to have them for a pittance.

Jilli, that's the best mallet I ever did see.

Also, that all-star game rocked.