{{{{{JZ}}}}}

Oh, JZ, that all sucks so very, very hard. I'm sorry for all of it. And I think you are very pretty.

That's not being whiney. I always think of whiney as when you have nothing to complain about.

I'll tell y'all right after Mr. Jane. I'm pretty ambivilant, but I don't know if that's a defensive reaction, or if I actually am ambivilant.

Oh, JZ, BLEH!

Do you have a hand pump, or just an electric?

Either way, you may be able to, err, get Hec to help, so that you are holding the baby with one hand/arm, and you and he are working the pump with his hands and your other arm.

Trust me, it's easier than it sounds. (I was a poor pumper unless I had the baby RIGHT THERE, so in order to build a stash, the Three Person [including baby] Pumping Operation was sometimes needed.)

PS, DJ: number of lines/signs desired ~ma.

See! I've been saying she was a hoax for years now!!!

Plus, don't forget where I'm Frank. Of course he messed up the Jars meetage, because it was my turn to be in "Maine". Of course, if Nora is me, we have some 'splaining to do, to Tom (and "Scott"). And really, she's not holding up her end of the bargain where all these kids are concerned.

Cindy is your cottage in York Beach? I feel like we've discussed the skee ball there.

It is at York. I have the vaguest hint of memory of maybe discussing Skee Ball there--but just the fact of it. Did you get a Vox account, or check out my (already neglected) blog, there? I did post pictures of the beaches and the FUN O RAMA, so you could have read it there: [link] Also, Hil and I talked about our near misses during our respective vacations, I think.

If you and I did talk about it, it's erased, so tell me about your York Beach days.

When I was about 12, I got kicked out of the FUN O RAMA, but I totally blame my cousin, who (if I was 12) was 15 and led me astray. That's the only time I've ever (publically) acted up in my life. Okay, that summer, he also got me to pretend we were staying at one motel (The Sands, which had a pool) when were were staying at another (pool-less) hotel (sort of behind the FUN O RAMA, but not the Union Bluff, before that). We didn't get caught at the pool hopping, though.

And now one end of my incision is looking pink and raised and kind of hard and tender to the touch, so it's probably all moot because my intestines are going to explode any minute now.

Oh honey, like all the other reasons aren't enough to feel awful. If you have a little infection, it's going to make you feel that much less capable of handling all the big stuff you're handling. I hope you're okay, and that Matilda relaxes for the rest of the day.

Plei, electric pump. And Hec is out, fighting his way back from dropping Emmett off. But at least Matilda is down for a bit, finally, so I'm'a pump right now right quick.

Ow. After I medicate the gad-frickin-frackin COLD SORE throbbing all over my upper lip.

Monday, you're on notice. One more little thing, just one -- a pimple, a hangnail, a parking ticket -- and you are DEAD TO ME.

JZ, my incision did that and it wasn't infected, it was just healing. When is your 6 week check up? Not for like, four weeks, right?

Three weeks. I had a 2-week last Tues., at which time it was all flat and smooth and well-behaved. It definitely feels... I dunno, aggravated or something.

And she's up again. No pumping for now.