She has a nasty almost-psychic trait I've grown to hate ever since, the morning after I lost my virginity, she called to ask how I was doing and if any of my friends had done anything special for me the day before.

I had a visit from the Welcome Wagon today. Of course they arrived when I was mid-nap and my place was in shambles (even by my very low standards). I felt the very proper welcome wagon lady looking askance at the crap everywhere.

That is the best (most awful!) story ever, ita! What in the world did you say to her? I would have mumbled and and stammered and probably confessed.

That's classic, Sue. Welcome Wagon ladies should allow a decent interval!

Jesse, colds will take it out of you. Mine sucks because it doesn't feel that bad, actually, until I try to do anything. And then I feel completely drained and need to lie down for a very long time indeed. But the SO is coming home today, so if he's not too bad sick himself, it should get a little easier. But I've been okay if I manage my energy. I can do stuff, just only in short bursts, and only during the middle of the day. Or the middle of the night, apparently.

I think that's a rule of Welcome Wagons.

Huh. Chicago has beaten out LA to be the US candidate for the 2016 Olympics. Now we apparently go up against:

Madrid, Prague, Rome, Rio de Janeiro and Tokyo.

Madrid, Prague, Rome, Rio de Janeiro and Tokyo.

Since it's in Asia in 2008, and Europe in 2012, I think Chicago has a decent shot!

I think that Rio has a better one, although it'll suffer from the same southern hemisphere issues that Sydney had in 2000.

I would love to see it here, though--I was listening to the announcement on the radio while I was driving back from my swim, and threw my hands up in the air in celebration when they said, "Chicago."

That's classic, Sue. Welcome Wagon ladies should allow a decent interval!

Well, I have been in the hosue two weeks. I'm just working slowly. And naturally messy.

My mom has a similar kind of ESP to ita's. Except that she called out of the blue the day after the first time I tried drugs, "wondering what I'd been doing with myself."

Dude! RIP Don Ho. [link]

Knitting the seatbelt thread together with the 'mom calls when I lost my virginity' thread: the first time I spent the night in a man's bed (although there was only the most minor of hanky panky, but I had never even kissed anyone before, so it was a big deal to me) I went home to find a message that my family had been in a rollover car accident and my 13 year old brother, who'd been lying down in the back seat with his seatbelt off (it was late at night) had been thrown out the rear window of the car. He was lucky - just had a huge cut across his forehead and back through his scalp and bled all over the place, and now has a barely noticeable scar and a hitch in one eyebrow and skin numbness in that part of his eyebrow. He could easily have lost an eye.

ETA: Point being, talk about GUILT! I felt like it was somehow my fault, for the sin of lust.