Oh, Trudy. Poor Curtis. Much health and a good recovery, to him.

(I suspect the brain bleed began in August, and was just identified in September. That's so August's way.)

{{Trudy}} {{KB}} {{Sean + S}} {{extra for anyone I missed}}

Work is eating me from my bottom, BUT I have the most awesome toy here thanks to Lee. While we were wandering after brunch on Sunday, she found a Hot Wheels car with a skull and crossbones which she bought for herself. It was cool, and I told her so. Last night, what does my DH pull out but a prezzie from Lee! She gave the car to me! Proving once again, she's the generous one. Thanks, Lee! Vrrrrrrrrrooooommmmmmmmm!

Problem with a holiday weekend? I forget to eat. Ooops.

I ate your share.

Thanks for the hugs and shit guys. I especially like that no one tried to tell me I was irrational. Y'all rock.

Had to take the day off today. I feel like I've been on a shaky adrenaline high for three days.

Katie, that so sucks. I'm sorry.

But plus side? Empty new-to-you bookcase possibilities! And new-to-you kitty! May she have no communicable diseases, and may Sophie and Mischka and the purported Squeaky accept her with grace. Grace? Gracie?

Ginger, I've managed to avoid the nasty stingy bitey caterpillars. Someone gave me a pot of mixed herb plants, predictably, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme and...oregano? Whatever, pretty. I'll transplant them all to their own pots and try to overwinter them. A mommy moth or butterfly visted the pot at some time, though, because I noticed, day before yesterday, in that way that you stare at something and then it suddenly goes click and you see something else? Like staring at the two profiles and suddenly seeing a vase? I saw caterpillars, several of them, the exact shade of the parsley, and peppered with black dots.

I wanted to remove them, but StY assured me, "They're just hanging out, they're not eating anything."

They ate all the parsley. I removed them--seven of them, not quite as round as my pinky finger and about an inch and a quarter long--from my deck and transferred them to a handy bush. No, I don't care whether they like the leaves on the bush. The only reason they continue to live at all is that they only ate all the parsley and didn't touch anything else, and ha-ha, joke's on them--I don't use parsley.

Problem with a holiday weekend? I forget to eat. Ooops.

I ate your share.

Laura I want you to know you did not bear this burden all alone. Scott and I did our part, too.

Hey Daisy Jane, how'd the hair color come out?

Holiday weekend + trip to Maine for family gathering = way, WAY too much eating (and drinking, but that's a separate issue).

I think I drank my weight in beer/wine this weekend.

I think I drank my weight in beer/wine this weekend.

Contemplates doing math of amount drunk this weekend. Thinks better of it.

Bev, there are yellow-and-black caterpillars that eat parsley that I leave alone because they become swallowtail butterflies. That's very noble of me, since my caterpillar/larva phobia is such that all my primative brain is saying is "run, run, kill, kill, scream." I just have to stay away from the parsley.

I'm still shuddering from an article I just read about a man in Alabama who tortured his estranged wife by holding her leg in a fire ant bed. She was taken to a hospital with more than a 100 bites.

I did not drink my weight in beer this weekend, because, frankly, that would be a hell of a lot of beer. There was beer, though.