So I just flipped out like a mammal in the general direction of my friend K, who is now co-turkey-person with me. She was very patient through my rage, and offered any assistance that was needed.

She's also on "keep not!ex out of the kitchen or I'll carve him along with the bird" detail.

This guy always fills me with rage. It's such a sad state of affairs.

She was very patient through my rage, and offered any assistance that was needed.

Sounds like an excellent person to have around (especially in conjunction with not!ex, apparently).

Good luck with the not committing any holiday felonies!

I keep thinking of Ailleann's not!ex as "notex"--sounds like Kotex. Is this wrong?

Netiquette question--I had a person email me about a freecycle item. Her email set off my anti-virus program alert. I emailed her back and suggested she check her machine for viruses, since I got a notice that her email was infected. That was the correct thing to do, yes?

I would think so, Cash.

I'm curious -- what makes someone a not!ex? Does that mean he's an SO? Or a never!SO? (Because if you've never dated someone, then they could never be an ex....which would make all of the Buffistas my not!exes, wouldn't it? So that can't be the right definition.)

The Boy is making me pizza, so off I go.

I keep thinking of Ailleann's not!ex as "notex"--sounds like Kotex. Is this wrong?

You might be wrong, but you are not alone.

I'm curious -- what makes someone a not!ex? Does that mean he's an SO? Or a never!SO? (Because if you've never dated someone, then they could never be an ex....which would make all of the Buffistas my not!exes, wouldn't it? So that can't be the right definition.)

Oh, I didn't even think of the never!SO option. I was just thinking that the post read like Ailleann needed to do get rid of the "not!" part, and x him out.

askye, fwiw, I had several vaginal u/s's during my pregnancy, and found them significantly less uncomfortable than a speculum. Aside from the coldness of the gel, absolutely not a big deal at all.

Man, I want to smite everyone at Suzi's job. This nonsense has been going on for, what, a year and a half now? And you've been working like a dog, mostly without an assistant, and going to school and shepherding your mother through dialysis and transplant, and caring for K-Bug and CJ, and taking yourself in for iron treatments, and God knows what else the whole time? And you've still managed to be actually productive and raise-worthy with all of that?

They really just need to wheel in three or four shopping carts full of cash and then spend all of 2007 kissing your ass and begging for forgiveness for the aggravation they've heaped on you.

Teppy, does your bro know this dude? I heard him on NPR during Brew Week and wanted to hear him speak so badly. I just saw him pop up on the History Channel, too. He rocks.

Yet again, I have extra fruitcakes to send off to those who might like them. These are mini-loaves, whole wheat, with raisins, currants, dried apples, dried peaches, dried apricots, and candied ginger. Lots of rum and honey are involved, and they are basted in Calvados afterwards.

I have three with nuts (almonds, pignoli) and four without looking for good homes, so please ping me at my profile addy if you are interested.

Loves on JZ, immensely.

Running around, shopping this afternoon, a good friend called me and put my fussing in perspective for me. A good friend of hers died in her sleep two nights ago. She was overweight, had sleep apnea and pneumonia. Still, she was under 40 and had adopted a bunch of special needs kids. Who knows what is going to happen with those kids now.

The major work frustration flares up during the review process each year. I work with one team of folks, but am aligned with the group in Boise. I'm the only accountant NOT in Boise (other than my assistant, I should say). The folks I work with locally do kiss my ass - to the best of their ability - most of the time. But they are not the ones who have the final say in my raise.

Whatever. I think I'm gonna go paint something after dinner. Better than drinking myself into a stupor.