My parents' nudity taboos are not my own, and that's all I'm saying on a public forum.

Hey, don't yell at me, Gus.

When did I ever yell at my Erin? I would not do that. However

"mistheopic"

"Bad-God-like?"

My parents' nudity taboos are not my own, and that's all I'm saying on a public forum.

But we KNOW the story of the hat and the nail polish.

Okay, that thing about watching surgery on his own face is completely freaking me out.

I am all about the green funeral thing. There's an Alternative Society here that I need to look into, because that's what I want to do. It creeps me out way more to think about my mummified corpse sitting all chemically and artificial inside a satin bed in a platinum vault or something than it does to think of just rotting quickly and becoming soil.

I don't have an engagement ring, since generally when you elope you don't actually have an engagement period. I wore my childhood sapphire on my left hand for a while, subversively, but no one noticed this and questioned me. I do have a wedding band (silver, 'cause gold is tiring) but I'm not currently wearing it because it's too small.

When I was married, the jeweler who fit the band to me was all proud of his ability to size in between the standard sizes, and as a result my ring is tiny tiny tiny. I've gained a bunch of weight since then, so it doesn't fit, but I hesitate to resize it because I like my little old jeweler story and I'm theoretically optimistic about losing some of the weight. The truth is that I'm lazy, but I really should do something, because I love the ring.

It's a plain silver band, with the "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine" inscription on it.

I don't wear diamonds, and it is because of the political issues. My sister lives right in the midst of it all, and I can't get with the horror.

Well, I figure if "misanthropic" is people-hater, then Dad is a misTHEOpe.

My family was fairl hippie so it wasn't unusual for me to see my folks naked. Of course, when I was six I knew nothing about testicles so I thought my Father had three penises.

Which made sense to me because he had three children.

If I were drinking anything, it'd be on the cat! Hee!

Okay. My Greek is weak. I had "mis-anthro" down as "bad-man", "mis-(o)-gyn" as "bad-woman", and "mis-theos" as "bad-god".

My bad.

I made it up. I could be wrong -- technically -- but I decree it is not.

Lessee, is it a "real" word?

Nope. I win! It's mine!

Where's erinaceous when you need her?

Erinaceous would dispute the concept of a 'real' word, I guarantee.

You people have reminded me that I need to talk to my cousin about my grandmother's china before she dies. Before my grandmother dies, I mean. My grandmother told me that since I'll get my mother's china and my other (older) cousin will get her mother's china (you know theoretically traditionally), she was going to leave her china to my third cousin. But I bet I want it more than she does. I know I want it more than I want my mother's china.

Lessee, is it a "real" word? Nope. I win! It's mine!

t googles "define:mistheope" like a mad thing.

Dang!

Okay. But I win the argument.

Wait. Crap. What was the argument?

The right word to hate God with.