Happy Birthday, Empress! May it be possum-free.

Cash, that Owen quote kilt me ded!

Hairpats and suchlike to JZ, and stay-put-ma and don't-kick-the-place-down-ma to the Halloweenie.

{{{Bev}}}. I'm so relieved that StE is improving. I know it will be hard, but things are moving in the right direction.

Here's how well my DH knows me:

Me: So I was thinking, we could do photo cards for Christmas this year and---
DH: No!

Aaaand we have a fire drill. Ciao.

So, the people I went to school with? Still batshit crazy. Nice to know. Just have to stop myself from responding to the crazy.

Must.... control... fists... of... death....

Happy Birthday, Empress Aimee!!!11!!1!

JZ, I'm so glad you told your boss about the run-around you were getting. Good for him. You and David should think about putting the PC somewhere you can use it, while you're lying down. Then we can distract you from those Salon letters.

Beverly, I threadsucked last night before I turned off the PC, because I hadn't seen anything from you all day. I was so glad to read your font this morning, and that StE will not require surgery, and is making improvement. I hope he regains consciousness, soon. Please keep taking care of yourself during all this, to the extent that you can.

Cashmere, I read Owen's: Too impinity and deonde, last night, in the thread suck, and laughed aloud. The sad thing, I knew what he was saying at 'impinity'. I speak toddler now, better than English, and there's not a toddler in sight. I think that line was big in Chris's repertoire, right when he was about Owen's age. I just went in the kitchen to tell Scott about it, and he started laughing before I finished 'impinity' and knew exactly what O was saying, too.

This afternoon Andi and I discovered that the hollow wooden awning above the basement access doorway seems to have honeybees coming in and out of it, in a small space between the siding and the wood of the enclosed awning.

We would like to avoid lethal methods of dislodging, then I would seal up the crack after.

Any practical/real world experience and suggestions?

• First, you roll in mud.
  
• Then, you get a blue, helium-filled balloon, large enough to life you.
  
• Then, you sing that you're only a little, black rain cloud...

I forget the rest, but somehow feel the urge to tell you to try and determine soft landing points, aforehand.

Daniel, there's a chance these aren't honey bees, but rather, are Carpenter Bees (bees that bore into the wood in your home). If so, you will probably have to kill them, and treat the wood, and then plug up any holes, and paint any wood that is exposed (either because it's bare, or because the paint job is oldish). There are a few different types of Carpenter Bees, and some look a lot more like honey bees than what I'm seeing on-line, including the ones that nested in my house.

Happy Birthday, Aimee!!!

(Sail, close your color font tags.)

Happy b-day, Aimee!!!

Happy Birthday, Empress!

Dropping in after a while away ....

Raq and Vortex, best wishes for healthy girly bits.

Bev, it sounds like your son's going to be better - I hope he recovers completely and as quickly as possible.

Owen is indeed adorable. Toto's as cute as he can be.

Happy Birthday, Aimee.

And billytea, were you aware of The Wally Awards?

Happy Birthday, Aimee! May it be a truly fabulous year!

Bev, it's so good to hear from you, love. You keep on hanging in there, and we'll keep you in our thoughts.

Toto slept on the bed with me all night last night, which is unusual. Usually, at some point he goes and sleeps on his own bed...I have a little independent guy. But it was nice to get his cuddles all night. Now he is Mr. Playful with his big, noisy football. I'm hoping the neighbors can't hear it!

Someone tell me to get off my butt and walk down to the pharmacy and buy a nail file and clippers. I keep breaking nails with all the unpacking and stuff, and I can't find my nail stuff (which is too bad since it's got a couple of my favorite nail polishes in it). So, I was considering just going for a manicure today. But, I really don't *need* a manicure. I'm just lazy.

What's the saying? Buy a woman a manicure, and she'll look pretty for a day. Buy her a clipper and nail file, and she'll look pretty for a lifetime. Is that it?