That must have been so hard for you to say

It wasn't actually that hard to say, per se. I just did it without thinking too much. What's hard is the shaking for the last fifteen minutes and wondering what's going to happen now.

What's hard is the shaking for the last fifteen minutes and wondering what's going to happen now.

Oh, you know. Pestulance, drought, flooding, and all tv stations showing a man in a chicken suit teaching Spanglish.

Pestulance

That's pestilence, Aims.

Pestulance

That's pestilence

It could be a pestilence that presents in pustules. Particularly in the petulant. In which case, "pestulance" would be perfectly appropriate.

{{{PC}}} You had to say something, Sunil. I think you picked a good moment.

I'm staying away from the ebay Hannah Anderson. After my Little Tikes experience, it's best to not go there. Besides, looking at the SIX storage tubs of baby girl clothes in her closet--how many clothes does one child need?

Em is a chip off the old block, that's for sure.

P-C, you said what you needed to, even without thinking too much about it. The genie's out of the bottle, which may be the best thing for all.

I stepped on one of the spikes holding the landscape timbers in place (the timbers are sort of sunk into the ground now) and it went right through my shoe.

::waits for Hil to show up with competing injury::

P-Cow, I don't get why she doesn't understand that you have successfully moved across country, found an apartment and gotten a job in your chosen field. These are not insignificant things.

Incidentally, please don't follow her work advice. It's as bad as your uncle's apartment advice. You're in an excellent position with your job and in demand.

I stepped on one of the spikes holding the landscape timbers in place (the timbers are sort of sunk into the ground now) and it went right through my shoe.

I'm going to assume you keep your tetanus shots up to date as a matter of course.

Weird Al Has released his latest single... Don't Download This Song.

Hearts Calli.

Hearts and worries about and is proud of P-C.

You can print that out and send it to your mom, Polter. I don't s'pose it will actually help. But you can if you want to.

Also, there is this:

Dear Mrs. Cow:

You should be bloody f*ing proud of your son, Polter. He is a fine, upstanding citizen of this strangely spinning planet we inhabit. He hardly ever breaks any laws that I know of, doesn't do drugs he shouldn't, and rarely engages in road rage. That alone is pretty damned fine, so cheer up, because there is more in his favor. He is currently employed in honest labor. Even better, it is somewhat above the level of burger-flipping and toilet-cleaning. Any honest labor, even the most menial is valuable part of making society work, so even when we aren't working at the highest status jobs we are making a contribution. The fact that your son is working at a job which takes far more skill, and is doing so to the satisfaction of his employers (as shown by the good things they say to him) is yet another layer of good on top of the other goodnesses. You seem less than pleased with his academic career, and this makes me intensely sad for you. Polter's accomplishements make me fucking sick with envy: if it weren't for the veneer of civilization beaten down on my head, I'd have killed him and taken his sheep-skins ages ago.

I keep a list, Mrs. Cow. It's a list of people who need to be deaded, people I would cheerfully swing for if I could just take them out with me - child molesters, mostly. You are this -}{- close to getting put on it. So please, for the sake of my exploding eye-balls and rising blood pressure, start saying kind, encouraging things to P-C. If you aren't sure where to begin, try watching a few episodes of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, then start asking yourself, 'What would Mr. Rogers say?"

WWMRS, Mrs. Cow, WWMRS?

Sincerely Windy

Or is that going a bit too far?