Something to wear when rolling eyes forever.

OMG! I can see the floor in my office! I've FINALLY unpacked the boxes in there! I feel so accomplished.

Of course, my living room is now full of things that I need to "go through."

Funny note - Joe had no idea today was the first time Cash and I had met in person. Hee.

Very very VERY jealous of the Cashmere meeting.

I think there are (mainly) two Bitches I haven't met in person yet, amych and Cash, and they both mean an enormous amount to me as friends, and I'm really just dying to meet both of them.

Aww, same here, Seanie -- what say we descend on chez Cash sometime when winter's over and take care of all that meeting up stuff?

I want to win the lottery so I can embark on a Bitch Tour around the country--heck, and to whatever country Fay might find herself in when I'm suddenly rich.

Make that three Bitches. Hi connie.

Aww, same here, Seanie -- what say we descend on chez Cash sometime when winter's over and take care of all that meeting up stuff?

It's a plan.

It's a plan.

Someone can sleep on my couch!

After you do get married, the same people will want to know when you're having babies.

OMG, people can be so freaking rude about this. When Kevin and I were on our honeymoon (on a small boat in the Galápagos), two of the other passagers seriously interrogated us about when we were having children. He and I were never planning to have them, and we told them as much, and this couple couldn't understand it at all. They asked if we were just scared; we said no. They asked if we were just waiting until we'd been married for a few more years; we said no. They asked if we were waiting until we bought a house; we said no. They asked if we thought we'd change our minds some day; we said no.

Finally one of them asked if we had some sort of genetic thing in our families that meant we shouldn't have children. After gaping at her open-mouthed for at least 10 seconds because I couldn't effing believe she had the nerve to ask that, I finally said, "Yes! Yes, I do. I have MS and I don't know how likely it is that I'll pass along the disorder to the next generation, so I'm not having kids."

They didn't so much talk to us for the rest of the trip as look guiltily in our direction and look away again quickly. I hope they're still embarassed about it.

I really can't imagine asking strangers about that. Ever.

Jeez Jen, I was slack of jaw just reading that comment, much less having it in front of me. What a jerky thing to ask.

Sort of like my friend who adopted an infant from Russia six years ago. Some idiot woman on the street kept pestering her about where her baby came from and refused to believe the actual story based on the child's Asian features.

Then the kicker, "What are you going to do when she starts speaking Russian?"

yep...people can be pretty stoopid.