Oh, what a productive early morning Ms. Bug!

Also, feel free to ask some of those kinds of questions here.

Duh! Of course you should, Nora. We're very helpful.

{{P-C and family}} Lots of healing and calming vibes sent your way.

I'm still in work mode left over from Friday. Ugh. Much to do.

Just sent off the three project proposals I've written this morning. And now I'm about to go edit the three papers I wrote earlier this weekend.

Craziness!

Morning, Laura!

Cute buffista toddlers!

Plei, your hair is gorgeous! I wish I could get that color.

vw, go you with all that productivity!

The toddlers are indeed adorable. Plei, you look wonderful!

MM should sing to us next F2F. We would sing along and stuff.

I think Bobby has gone back to sleep so I better go kick some butt now.

Wow, Plei, I love that hair color. It really suits you.

It was a fun weekend here - trip to the rainforest, trip to the beach, trip for ice cream, visiting toddler playing in the pool...until Ellie fell on our bedroom floor (marble) and gave herself a huge goose egg on her forehead. She cried and cried and cried. It's under her hair but it's a dark gray/purple color. She kept waking up every few hours last night, saying owie while rubbing her head, and then wanting to nurse. Poor bean.

Oh, poor Ellie.

Chris had a perma-bump for about six months. Every 2-3 weeks he'd whack the same spot on his forehead -- it started to look like Angel's after he vamped out.

Beej, hold on to that Featherweight tightly. I have my mother's old Featherweight, and whenever we've taken it in to be adjusted/fixed (not very often) the repair place has tried to buy it/lose it/hoped we'd forget about it if they kept telling us it wasn't ready, depending on how reputable the shop.

Poor Ellie and her noggin!

Plei, that is a wonderful color on you and a wonderful serious face on Lillian.

PC, all the best to your grandfather. I come from a family that speaks only plain-talk about illnesses and we all keep Merck Manuals, so I don't understand when folks can't talk about/name the disease. Possibly I've read too many books where the name of something holds special power, or strips the thing of its special powers, also, so I call a carcinoma a carcinoma.

Dear Lurkers,

I know you're trying desperately to support me in e-mail, but Gmail just isn't playing nice, right now. Don't worry. I can feel it, just the same.

Love,
Cindy

Gmail seems to be working for me, Cindy -- or if it isn't, I can't tell.

Stupid, stupid, stupid: [link]

I can't understand why the school hasn't given this person his/her walking papers.

PC, all the best to your grandfather. I come from a family that speaks only plain-talk about illnesses and we all keep Merck Manuals, so I don't understand when folks can't talk about/name the disease. Possibly I've read too many books where the name of something holds special power, or strips the thing of its special powers, also, so I call a carcinoma a carcinoma.

Well, I also think it was because she doesn't want my grandfather to worry/know until we find out the full details.