Kooky old French guy's last note to you make me want to hug him and pet him and call him George.

Hooray for honeymoons!

Also, Raq, if you still have the link to my photo gallery, I added about 20 more illustrations, I think (I hope; I'm graphics-software ignorant) more high-res than the ones I originally posted. Just in case you feel like playing around with more images.

Also, is Erin still around? Hec is on his way out to sit in a café and write, but he's all chuffed that you'd like to use Doom Doom Doom as a tagline.

In return, could I use your line about me on bedrest lounging about like a fecund Cleopatra, please?

JZ! Please to let me know if I can bring you anything tonight. Candies, books, whathaveyou.

Numberslut!

(just to avoid confusion)

In conclusion, let's make out in your new apartment.

You can sleep in my attic!

Also, I hear what you're saying, but I honestly do believe my uncle thinks he's giving good advice. He's very much an "I know how these guys work" kind of guy. The controlling part comes from the old "That's what I'd do, but you can do what you want" that comes at the end of it all.

Oh, yeah, I'm sure he really does want to help you. It's just those subconscious motivations that mess things up. Of course I don't know any of y'all and I could be totally wrong... but it's how families tend to work, especially the more dysfunctional ones.

Anyway. Attic!

A honeymoon in Mazatlan sounds like heaven. Yay for you, Robin!

but I honestly do believe my uncle thinks he's giving good advice. He's very much an "I know how these guys work" kind of guy. The controlling part comes from the old "That's what I'd do, but you can do what you want" that comes at the end of it all.

I completely agree with this assessment. Your uncle does love you and wants the best for you. And he thinks he knows what that is.

Have I mentioned that I love the name Pookah? Because I do. Pookah Pookah Pookah! Sit, Pookah, sit - good dog. Fun to say.

-t, I forgot to say thank you for this. My mom seemed to think the name was crazy, (of course, she doesn't know what Pookah means or she'd hate it even more) and told me I really needed to call the dog many things so he could choose his own name. That's how she named her dog, Nicky! (Nick is not so amused by that story as she'd like him to be.) I didn't realize it was bothering me until I read your post and felt relieved.

So, thank you.

I need to find the study I read that actually shows people who have a more cynical view of life tend to actually be...not right, exactly, but more aware than people who are more optimistic.

Yeah, but the optimistic people live longer and are happier in their bubble of inaccurate optimism.

Or maybe it just feels that way cause of endorphins from the monkey crack.