I am commuting to the con, so I have to get up at the crack of too early to get the Metro in time to make the first panels, which are at 9 am.

I have spent a ridiculous amount of money on books today. The trick is to keep from spending any more on books this weekend.

I vote whale. I have no idea how old one would be to start bathing alone--although I have memories of potty training, I don't have any of bathing with company.

Bon, I'll be shooting at an indoor range, so nothing too exciting. One of the krav students is a firearms instructor, so he keeps getting us these "deals" and I'm finally availing myself of one.

It seems like a poor idea given the headaches and the glayvin, but I'm feeling extra pinned down by pain these days, and need to do something.

Including exercise. It's been a while.

Including painkillers--the trigger point injections are moving into the ouchy stage.

mother question - at what age should I be able to have mac take a bath by himself?

How clean do you want him?

Ben is 11. He showers by himself. There have been nights in the not-all-that-distant past, when we've asked, "Have you washed [whatever body part]?" and heard a "Oh, I forgot." Depending on the part, and how clean he looked, we've sometimes sent him back in. Julia is 8. She showers by herself and has, for at least a year. Chris just turned 7. We're still shampooing his hair, and making sure everything gets washed and rinsed, but he does all the washing, himself. He also showers. If he were having a bath instead, we'd probably handle it about the same as we handle his shower.

cause he really just wanted to know for his animal fighting scenerio in the bathtub. Bon - these are your animals btw.

That cracks me up, because I was making jokes at the time about how all the equally-sized toys were "to scale." I don't think he would have asked the question if they actually were.

I'm waking up earlier tomorrow than I have all week. This picture is flawed.

I want to go shooting in a skirt. I'm having a major femme phase, no doubt sparked by the weight I've gained since I've been pandering to my neck.

I even wore eyeshadow and eyeliner today. And cried it off in the doctor's office (interesting tidbit: my nose goes almost the same colour as my hair and Clinique's Black Honey lipgloss).

I wonder if there's waterproof liquid eyeliner with a similar applicator to my Palladio--it's the first eyeliner I can put on without looking like I've been attacked by a toner cartridge. But it'll come off if I sweat. I mean, if I ever sweat again.

Random poll question: When you think about Vanessa Williams, how soon do you think about scandal? Ever?

Pretty much never.

In the bath, the whale TOTALLY wins.

I've supervised baths as a babysitter/nanny up to 10. The latter years were mostly as Cindy described "Did you wash this ?" IME, it depends on the kid's version of clean.

Tonight has reinforced my wish that nannyng was a viable, sustainable career outside of SuperNanny. Talking about them, I miss the kids and the grins they bring.

I love that she's the only Miss America whose name I can remember, and I think of her as beautiful and talented. If I think of the scandal it's to laugh at how unscandalous it actually would be these days.

Okay, so Percoset works, if you're keeping tabs.

Lordie.

I almost talked about porn at work today (unrelated to the Percoset, FYI). It's one of those work environments, and it makes me wary. I've become quite the guttermouth these days. It's the pain. Makes me brazen. Mustn't do that at the day job.

On the upside, all the sort of chatting that I wouldn't have done at my last job but do here looks like it's going to score me a butterfly knife Monday. And maybe a switchblade.

Batleth! That's the word I was looking for in today's knife conversation. Punctuated however. Those Klingons are confusing.

I kinda read porn at work today. Oops.

I also had a long conversation with one of the three paralegals who have offices near me. Usually all three of them have long conversations about wedding plans right outside my door, but the wedding is tomorrow, so two of them were gone today, and I think the third was lonely.