Today I had to write a PR piece masquerading as a news article. It was very hard and I did a lot of screwing around and throwing things away--and finally gave up for a bit and came and read Bitches and there was Aimee's complaint about stupid people and Gar's link to the immigration thing in the NYTs and that led me to ICE and it was perfect, so thank you Aimee and Gar! I love you peoples.

My faulkner-meara:
Trudy, much ~ma for Dallas and for you; I hope everything goes easily, also sj, go you on the hard calling; that kind of thing is so very tough and I'm proud of you; and while I'm at it, credit~ma to vw who deserves a nice apartment and yay to Kristin, and yay for your gram, who sounds like a lovely woman. I'm glad she gets to come home soon.

I swear I'm not usually so insensitive. Kristin, you hadn't posted that when I started my post. I'm very sorry for the ghosts and glad you're snuggled up at your mom's with wireless internet.

My faulkner-meara

I t heart this.

Thank you. I made it myself.

Dog and finance~ma, Trudy.

i'm watching basketball, too. At least, basketball is on and I'm sometimes looking over at it. I don't understand it the way I do other sports, but Henry can tell me why somethings really cool sometimes.

I hate it when someone calls me "back" after I send an e-mail. If I wanted to talk to you, I would have called!

Sorry about the ghosts, Kristin.

((((Trudy and Dallas))))

Thanks for all the ~ma guys.

The vet was all, "didn't you TELL him they'd been fine before?" he's way more conservative with this (which is a relief). If they ARE malignant then we need to consider a mastectomy and keep an eye on her lungs since that is where breast tumors like to metasticize. Vet 1 didn't even ask me if her breathing was normal. duh.

vw, the best of luck on the apt.

Kristin, I don't know how you can bear it. Hang in there.

Hil, I'd never cut it as one of the chosen people... I'd die if I saw my son brissed.

I know I'm missing things. Sorry.

Tons of surgery~ma to Dallas.

Thanks, Sail. Part of the not putting it off is that I am supposed to start the class next week.

{{Trudy}}{{Dallas}}

I'll never forget the bris that I went to where the poor boy screamed and screamed and his grandmother went around telling us all, "he's just cold." I don't know if I've ever been to one where the mother actually stays in the room.

vw, credit check ~ma.

I am home and basketball is on, but now that I've seen the score I'll be turning it off.

Soon I must motivate to the grocery store. Yes, we have no bananas...

I'm now all curious--what does the rabbi (or whomever wields the sharpened implements) do with the bit they cut off? Does it get put in some sort of medical container, is there some ritual involved with disposing of it?