Made of Awesome

LOVE. I was wondering when someone would bring up that picture.

Heeeee! Poor sj, but at least you're still adorable! Unlike Teh Loomy One.

I plan to be SCADS of trouble this weekend, for I will have The Empress! Huzzah!!!

Your mind. Out of the gutter. NOW.

Party pooper.

Note to self: When baking if you drop an egg, do not try to catch that egg between your hip and the counter.

Not snickering.

I am being all presumptious in speaking for other Bitches.

In this, you speak for me.

Off to the bank and then off to the airport!!!

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

We're off to a gig for Teacup Guy's band. Then hopefully home for brownies, ice cream, and prezzies.

Erin fell off a chair fall-y enough to go to the hospital. The hell? Has anyone talked to her?

Though Hil has generally been in the lead, with Ginger close behind, Erin is quickly moving up to the front of the pack for sheer goofiness of self-injury.

It is perhaps instructive that her family laughed and laughed when she sat on a knife such that it stuck out of her ass.

That noted, get well soon, Erin.

It frightens* me that I don't rank a notable in the self-injury list. My parents would be so shocked thrilled.

*(and, yes, thrills a little as well)

I'm so proud of all of you.

So I put my ATM card in the machine and get some Fast Cash.

That transaction done, it tells me thank you and asks me to take my card.

This would be easier if the card were out of the slot. Which it is not. I press some buttons and nothing happens. It continues to ask me to take my card. I hear it attempt to spit it out, to no avail.

I peer in the slot and see the edge of the card and wonder if I can somehow nudge it out, poke it a little so that the machine can relinquish its hold on my financial security.

AND THEN IT JUST EATS MY CARD.

"Please insert card," it says.

I'm so proud of all of you.

(You know, on retrospect, I am not sure if I can really work the Botox joke right now. My sarcasmeter needs to be calibrated.)

Though Hil has generally been in the lead, with Ginger close behind, Erin is quickly moving up to the front of the pack for sheer goofiness of self-injury.

At least I'll never ask anyone "how could you do that"? I know that gravity and boiling water and wine bottles are just out there waiting to get you. I've been skimming through because work is eating me from my bottom, but I started to tell Beth about the times boiling water has attacked me. The most spectacular was when the boiling water from boiling potatoes for potato salad attacked my foot ,and I had to spend the rest of the day with my foot in ice water. It turned into a kind of surreal day, in that the Cartoon Network was showing an Iron Giant marathon, so I watched The Iron Giant several times and took leftover codeine pills.

I hope the arm is doing better, Erin.

P-C, I thought of your family troubles today when they announced arrests in a murder in which an Indian man paid to have his daughter-in-law murdered because she was not Indian and he wanted her out of the family [link] I'm afraid this may just confirm your worst fears.

eta: Sorry about the card-eating machine, P-C.

Erin, I hope you are being well cared-for, and recover quickly.