Vaguely braved the pea-pulls today but only as far as Hawthorne. Bought some books, some hair care stuff and a bottle of wine at Pastaworks because they were giving tastings and I am a sucker for a nummy treat. The things I will do when mom asks. But not the mall, I am not that crazy.

We now have eaten heartily of moussaka that mom made, have a fire, some wine and now are both happily plinking away on each of our computers. Happy tummy, good.

Visited my best friend and then did lunch, Angel, and dinner with another friend.

That's all I can take, but sadly I need to do a pharmacy run before I sleep.

I didn't leave the house, except to help Emily take stuff to her dad's car. I really need to do that tomorrow.

I prayed my migraines would hold off enough for me to drive across town, and they were fairly light and responded to meds. Then, as I was getting into my car to come home, I managed to whack it.

D'oh.

That migraine just eased off. I better stop tempting fate and just go to the pharmacy.

Love stinks, y'all. Or at least the part where one's fake boyfriend has a life other than being clever about the news for you. After two months, he's off for two days and I'm at a loss? God. Have not been hit this hard since "New Edition" broke up. Feeling stupid right now, in an online-essay sort of way. Not desperate enough to watch a clip show, though. I have *some* pride. Maybe I'll make the polite gesture and send Katy some crayons.

I'm at work listening to everyone and their neighbor complain about how crowded we are. Please don't come on the busiest day of the year if you can't stand crowds.

Happy Turkey Day Recovery Day! I am actually glad to say I brought no leftovers home with me. I know what I do with them. I eat them, all at once. And then my stuffed and bloated self sits and burps for the next two days. Turkey Day was very nice. Went over the teh daughter's, where I fixed the turkey. At least everything else was done, so it was very stress free. My dad, my brother and my nephew came over. We watched V for Vendetta (twice) and I left when my nephew brought out the Donnie Darko. By then, I was peopled out and came home to escape into some prime computer communing. Just a very nice day, with family and pie.

Well, we just reached a new plateau in Matilda's development.

Inconsolable crying for more than an hour. And there's nothing quite like the raw throated serration of a baby's cry to really shred your nerves. Of course, you have to do that every night for it to be colic, but still, it's a significant milestone.

I blame the fact that she was fairly tractable all night without her usual arsenic hour.

Babies stress me out.

{{{Hec}}} I hope Matilda is more consolable today.

We had a nice Thanksgiving with my stepdad's family, but we weren't given any leftovers either, so mom is having a smalller dinner tonight with all her Thanksgiving specialties.

I did the crazy shopping thing yesterday with Mom. We got so much done, but next year no Target, it was insane there.

I hope Matilda is more consolable today.

She finally succumbed to the power of Mom's Breast.