And adding to the YAYzer for sj and tg and sane working hours.

Hear, hear. Yay for some good news around here for a change.

Daniel and I need big heaps of car~ma now, though. The mini-van is dead, and the Caprice left him stranded this morning - think it's the water pump in that, and his cousin just pulled up to do what he can with it.

Oh, dear. Lots of car-ma to you and Daniel, Windsparrow.

What great news, sj! Congrats to Teacup Guy.

Congrats to Teacup Guy.

Lots of car-ma for Daniel and Windsparrow.

Hmmm, dead thread.

YAY for Teacup Guy!

Car~ma for Andi & Daniel.

Also, I was Buff Diving, and came upon my Favoritest COMM Evah, and felt like (re)sharing:

Lena: Not to insult any members of any religion, but the door-to-door thing reminds me of a story my ex-ex-boss used to tell, about his college years. The man lived with a hairy, overweight male student from Peru in a double-wide trailer, where they drank beer and dared each other to do the dishes on a weekly basis.

One day, my boss-to-be was having some nice vegging time when BOOM, his roommate came flying through the front door. "Quick!" the roommate says. "Grab all the beer bottles you can find and put them all around the room!" With this, the roommate bolts into the back.

My boss-to-be was puzzled but willing to go along with it, so he gathered up a few dozen beer bottles and put them in random places around the room. Moments later, the hairy, overweight, Peruvian roommate comes bounding back into the living room, clad only in tiger-skin bikini underwear. He proceeds to strew the place with a year's worth of Playboy issues.

My boss, totally nonplussed, asks what the hell is going on. His roommate grabs a bottle of whiskey and shouts, "Don't you know? THE MORMONS ARE COMING!" He then proceeds to dump half the bottle of whiskey on himself before the doorbell rings. At that, he flings open the door, revealing himself in all his splendor to the astonished mild-mannered folk on their doorstep, and cries, "Welcome! We've been WAITING for you!"

They fled in terror.

Last night watched Heathers with Pamela and a couple of cosmopolitans. Words cannot explain how fun that was. Then Bring It On which was fun as well. But Heathers is just classic. I hadn't seen the movie in yonks and now I think I ought to own it.

And their guest room? Really quite comfy. And a good pillow and duvet on the bed. Drunky well-sleeped Cass, there was.

Timelies, all. I'm afraid I skipped-&-skimmed, but I caught enough to say {{{Bev}}} and congratulations to Teacup guy!

Thank you all for your kind thoughts, both here and back channel. I'm back at work today, after spending 8/4-8/10 with my family. Luckily, my sister was able to come down from Michigan in time for Mom to have her whole family with her at the end. My friends and coworkers have been incredibly supportive. Amyth and some other friends drove over from the Triangle (~75 miles) to be there for me at the viewing, a third of my officemates showed up at the funeral, and I've been overwhelmed with cards and kindness.

Next Friday I'll be going up to Michigan with my dad. Mom asked for her ashes to be interred in her family's plot, so I'll be seeing Saginaw for the first time in over 20 years. Well, a small part of it, anyway.

I'm glad you're taken care of, Calli.

In other news, shit. I just found out a friend of mine tested positive for HPV. She doesn't yet know whether she has cervical cancer.

She's 25.

My condolences to you and your whole family, on the loss of your mother. I wish you peace and strength. I'm glad your whole family was able to be there, and love your mother on her way.

Polter, I tested positive for HPV several years ago, and the result for me was just more frequent Pap smears until I stopped testing positive. HPV can go away. Your friend probably gets to have a camera shoved up places non-kinky people generally don't like to have one shoved, but it could well turn out fine in the end.

The percentage of sexually active women who've tested positive for HPV at some point is ridiculous. It's like 80%.