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.

Monday ~ma, JZ.

I do have a vox account, Cindy, but I haven't done anything with it. I spent my summers in Maine, based in Boothbay Harbor (where my cousins lived) with annual side camping trips to Union and York/Ogunquit, and day trips to Camden, Vinalhaven, and wherever else we had family. My parents managed to make us think eating at the Goldenrod was a real treat. I remember playing skee ball non-stop one summer because there were too many jellyfish to make swimming much fun.

My parents managed to make us think eating at the Goldenrod was a real treat.

We would take day trips to Ogunquit, as well. I've never been at York when they've had the jelly fish problem. This summer, my cousin spotted some, but we never did. There was a SHARK there, though. Where did you camp when you were in the York/Ogunquit area?

JZ, please keep your intestines on the inside. Yes, there would be a nice Halloween-esque effect if they came bursting through, but it would be terribly inconvenient if they did.

Went to wedding, danced like a crazy thing to "Push It" and Pet Shop Boys' "Go West" and had a great time.

Nora, all this is making me think of is Tom telling the story about the wedding you went to where he went to bed and you kept partying like a rock star and then came in and woke him up -- it was his imitation of intoxicated!you that just cracked me up.

IO(heat)N, my e-mail to the apartment management company yielded a nice e-mail back, saying Er, we apologize for you freezing your BALLS off all weekend, and your apartment complex's manager will follow up with you via phone today.

Which she did, first thing this morning. And she was also extremely apologetic, and said that they ordinarily turn the heat on in mid-October, and they actually have special professional boiler-turner-on-ers come and do it, just so they can be sure that nothing will blow up. When it got cold early, they decided to wait and see if it warmed back up before the professional dudes came. And when I said "I *wish* it had warmed back up," the manager was all apologetic yet again, and said that the professional dudes are coming tomorrow (!), BUT that she's asking one of the maintenance men to turn on the boiler in my building today.

Which irked me, because that means that the maintenance guy (who lives literally next door to me in my building) could have gone down and turned on the heat on Saturday. But I didn't know that. I should have been more forceful in my phone message yesterday.

Anyway, the manager really has always been awesome -- I've lived there for 6 years now and have NEVER had a problem like this before -- so I'm just going to say bygones on this one.

But my apartment had better be warm when I get home, or I'ma have to choke a bitch.

I remember begging to eat there.

I have a cousin who is about 10 years younger than his siblings. One year, on the way back to Maine, he stopped with his parents at a roadside fruit/veg stand in New Hampshire. They all got out of the camper, thumped the melons, etc., and his parents loaded back in again. They didn't realize that Jon wasn't in the camper until they got to York, yelled to the back, "Hey, Jon! The Goldenrod burned down!" in the hope of tweaking him. It was only when they got no reaction to this that they realized they'd left him at the vegetable stand. The vegetable stand owners had waited an hour or two, then called the police, but seven-year old Jon was serene, annoucing, "They do stuff like this all the time, they'll be back."

Where did you camp when you were in the York/Ogunquit area?

Hmm, I can't remember for sure, but I think it was Burnette's.

Nora, all this is making me think of is Tom telling the story about the wedding you went to where he went to bed and you kept partying like a rock star and then came in and woke him up -- it was his imitation of intoxicated!you that just cracked me up.

You may or may not be surprised to hear that that story was told again this weekend...

I was pretty low key for this wedding though- I kept to beer (there were several yummy kinds to choose from) and started altenating with bottles of water pretty early on, and danced a lot of booze right out of me. Yay! I also blew off the afterparty, which had I gone, would have certainly resulted in a similar story for the ages...

The left side of my face has de-numb-ified enough so that I can cautiously eat soup without too much fear that I will obliviously chomp on the inside of my mouth. So, you know, yay.