Nice to see you too, Ellen!

I like chikat's hair. Mine is not only limp, but showing some signs of thinning here and there. It's depressing. I keep planning to get it cut and then realizing it's not so bad as it is right now--not quite touching my shoulders. I cut Kara's off, though. When my mom was here in April she gave Kara a haircut that grew out into a very uneven shag, so the other night I evened out the ends and it's now earlobe length and very cute.

Since Em is prone to tantrums and dramatics lately, we're calling the pair of them "Emo and Switch".

Heeeeeeeeee.

Erin, I'm glad you're here today. I found out that Goddess by Mistake has been reprinted as Divine by Mistake and is available for the usual price in all the usual places, so you don't have to pay an arm and a leg for it if you haven't gotten to read it yet.

I think "Divine by Mistake" has a sequelette in it, too... I'll read it. But my little sister, who works for Borders, looked through her personal library and she had a copy of the original printing, so she lent it to me. I quite enjoyed it.

Thanks for remembering, tho. Good memory!

I feel all warm and mushy. Y'all like my hair!

I've been having a weird day. I think it is time to have lunch.

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Raq! I need to report that Matilda is wearing her Perfectly Normal Human Worm Baby Zim onesie today. Fits!

JZ took her out in the stroller.

Emmett and I have a running joke (derived from multiple cartoons, probably dating back to something on the Simpsons) whenever there's roughhousing and minor injury we clutch vaguely at our respective abdomens and cry out, "My Spleen!" (Everybody does this, right?)

Anyway, I feel that way about my kidneys this morning.

GAH.

hits head with fist

I hate feeling like an awful son. My mom gave me some dates for me to come home for Christmas, and I checked to see that I was free, and I was, and now she wants me to take two extra days off so that I also get the weekend and New Year's in there. I would get five extra days, she says.

But how do I tell her that I don't want to spend five extra days with them? I want time for me. I suck.

Emmett and I have a running joke (derived from multiple cartoons, probably dating back to something on the Simpsons) whenever there's roughhousing and minor injury we clutch vaguely at our respective abdomens and cry out, "My Spleen!" (Everybody does this, right?)

Um, yeah, I actually do do that. I think it's from The Simpsons, yeah.

Since I have no spleen, due to a sledding accident at age 12, any mention of spleens causes DH and I to instantly do a take where we stare at each other with horrified expressions, sometimes accompanied by audible gasps before turning back to the screen. We've got it down to a science. Good times, good times.

But how do I tell her that I don't want to spend five extra days with them? I want time for me. I suck.

Well, if you suck then I do too, as well as a lot of people I know.

Can you come up with some plans in SF during that time, so you don't have to lie to her?

Or tell her that with the new job, you are loathe to take too much time off. Or that with you being so new, the more senior people of your staff have first dibs at holiday time off.