Okay 1)

If I need to whomp an intruder, I damn well don't want to have to roll my agility for it.

The instant I get home, you will have to do The Snork. There is no question about it: You are officially a Big Damn Dork.

2)

We need a gun.

You wouldn't let me buy a shotgun years ago. NOW you want to get all "shoot 'em all and let CSI sort 'em out"?

...

Okay.

(I kid. I know the first thing Emeline would do would be to shoot the dog. And then she'd get That Look in her eye...)

I got the news I'm developing cataracts ... but the doctor says that it might be all right. sigh.

Man, more sucky news.

I'm sorry to hear that Toddson -- I hope it will be alright.

And then she'd get That Look in her eye...

"You've got that look, that look, that leaves me weak . . ." t stops channelling Marlene Dietrich

I got new glasses to cut the UV damage (and they're really nice) so that should help. He said it wouldn't be a problem if I weren't so extremely nearsighted, so I'm hoping for the best. Getting older sucks.

Damn, Toddson. I'm sorry.

eh, could be worse. But thanks for the sympathy.

Oh Toddson, I'm sorry. Are you a candidate for surgery? I've heard some miracles in terms of cataract surgery.

Edited because I really can spell sometimes.

Jeepers, Toddson! Hope that "all right" ness comes about.

gah! Amy! !!! I hope your bank continues to be reasonable and easy to deal with and the fuckers get caught pronto.

You have no idea how much I want to put my Mom on speaker phone in therapy like the caveman in the Geico commercial.

My best friend recently printed out a bunch of emails from her crazy mom to take into her therapist so he could know exactly what she was dealing with. (The upshot is that she's not communicating with her mother at all now. Sad but way mentally healthier for her.) And, Tom, spending your birthday in the way that makes you happiest is the absolutely best thing to do!