Women who can't have an orgasm by doctor's orders should not have to fold laundry.

Nuns must wear some wrinkly habits.

Cindy, did I tell you that DH found an itunes playlist of all the music that had been featured on VM? I haven't looked at it yet--but I'm going to because now I have a computer that actually supports itunes.

Cashmere, I meant to respond to your other post, earlier, but then I was looking at all the music from your link to Noggin. We downgraded from digital to regular cable months ago, and we lost Noggin in the bargain. The kids miss it a little, but not that much. I miss the music!

Yeah, that was my thought as well. A percentage seems so...tawdry.

Whereas if there's a pudding cup for dessert? The opposite of tawdry.

Well she is not in the same state or even the same coast. So dinner not an option. You really think a percentage is tawdry?

we lost Noggin in the bargain. The kids miss it a little, but not that much. I miss the music!

Now you've got your favorite bits on line! I mostly just like the music, myself. I'm trying harder to keep the tv off for most of the day, punctuated by single programs that Owen can watch if he's very good. Or if I need to cook lunch.

Well she is not in the same state or even the same coast. So dinner not an option. You really think a percentage is tawdry?

I don't think a percentage is tawdry. I would think 3-5% would be good. Or, you can send her a thank you gift (gift certificate or something).

A percentage kind of implies that she did this for the money. I think a gift certificate enclosed in a hand-written thank you card would be very good.

A percentage kind of implies that she did this for the money.

I see nothing wrong with this. It's business. Freelancers need to make money.

sigh

Oh yeah, now I remember why I hate talking to my mom! And lucky for me, she was already in a bad mood because my teenage sister has been smarting off to her, and other family members have been making comments about it. So she feels like none of her children respect her and that she's a bad mother. And I am horribly awful for not being able to bring myself to disagree with her.

I was told that I was ashamed of my family and liked my friends better, and, fuck yeah, I like my friends better, but she totally made up the ashamed shit, despite her claims to the contrary. Then I got the old "Unless you don't want to be part of the family" bit. And then a whole rant about how I don't associate with Indians and I should stop with all the Americans and make some Indian friends because, believe it or not, Indians are smart too, which pissed me the fuck off because I hate that just because I'm not actively pursuing Indian friendships means I'm actively avoiding them. Sorry that I feel uncomfortable going to giant Indian functions with HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW WHO ALL ALREADY KNOW EACH OTHER AND WHY WOULD THEY WANT TO KNOW ME?

Then there was apartment drama and job drama and I swear to God, the next time she pulls that "Unless you don't want to be part of the family" shit, I want to just say OKAY FINE and see what happens. I'd sure be crying a lot less.

Oh, yay! I'm so glad JZ got her package. Hope she likes.

Had a VERY long day out where really nothing went as planned, but nothing really went badly either. I'm just exhausted.

And, mom thinks I should take the weekend off and quilt. She said my eyes looked like I needed some relaxing.

I love my mom.