I hope Matt's once and future employers reform their asshat ways.

I know that people live for years with congestive heart failure, and it was pretty inevitable with her atrial fibrillation. I just hate for her to be so miserable and not be able to do all the stuff she used to.

~ma for your mom, Ginger. ~antivirals for Cash.

I just tried to start my car for half an hour.

Ginger, I hope things work out as simply as possible for your mother and the rest of you.

Ginger, you're in my thoughts.

Today has been a day of minor frustrations and headaches galore. When does mercury get the hell out of retrograde again?

Per my skip level in the hallway today, today.

I blinked, as he's one of the last people on the planet I'd expected to offhandedly remark on that when casually discussing the generalized yargh that's been our week.

When Partner Communication Would Have Come in Handy:

Joe (to Emeline): ...and I just gave you some cough medicine.
Me: But I already gave her cough medicine.
Joe: When?
Me: Abot 20 minutes ago, when you were outside on the phone. When did you give it to her?
Joe: About 10 minutes ago, when I was on the phone with my mom.
t Emeline yawns
Joe: How much did you give her?

Oh CRAP! I'm sure she'll be fine, but oh no!

Today has been a day of minor frustrations and headaches galore. When does mercury get the hell out of retrograde again?

The 16th.

Went to 2 different urgent care centers. Both closed. The security guy at one suggested I go "down the road" to OSU. Um, the 100 acre campus medical center with the ER that treats most of the GSW's and trauma victims in town? No. I'd have been there until 5 a.m.

So I stopped by CVS for calamine lotion and some benedryl. I'll call the answering service tomorrow morning and see if I can't get speak to the on call doc and get a script called in.

Ginger, lots of ~ma for your mother. And coping & decision ~ma for you.

edited: Thanks, everyone for the love. It helped to come home to that.

Oh Cash, that's awful. I am so sorry.

To distract us from the ick, I propose a round of Guess That Buffista!

When I was a little girl I wanted to be Indiana Jones. In a tiara. And have a secret life as a queen.

Now I realize that when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a gay archaeologist.

No clue, Kristin, but bwah!!!

I can't believe I forgot the whole "on the West Coast" thing and posted this query after 9 board time on a Friday.

Two more, and if no one identifies either, I will reveal all three before I go to bed.

I have nine large (3-4 feet x 6 feet) bookcases. They do not hold all of my books. At least if I were addicted to cocaine, I wouldn't have to figure out a place to keep it.

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Things I Have Learned from Friends in the Kink Scene: do not make the mistake of thinking those mini claw clip hair accessories can be substituted for nipple clamps. Apparently that was not the sort of sensation they were looking for.