I HAVE MY BOY LOLLIPOP STUCK IN MY HEAD. If memory serves, that's Hec's fault.

Well, took the morning meds. That's a start. Steroids really supposed to make you go off your feed? Or is it the Percoset?

Oy. I would truly like a FF button for today. Not to rush towards anything fun, mind you. Just something I want done, and I would like to stop thinking about doing.

Okay, I looked at the painting, and it's most definitely a mermaid.

But after reading the description of the "old man," I looked at the picture again and instantly saw some strange, giant caracature of Keith Richards leaping out of the water to menace a passing sailing ship.

I think all of the Heroes talk is breaking LJ.

I know someone who was the innocent third wheel in a terrible break-up between apartment-mates and both halves of the couple ended up leaving after months of fighting and not speaking and slamming doors. She chose her next two housemates predicated on the them having other relationships and being unlike each other, to avoid any future tsuris. Of COURSE they ended up dating and getting married. It was a shock to everyone who knew them--people were literally betting during the reception on whether the marriage would last longer than six weeks. That was 15 years ago and they are still happily together.

In conclusion: Love: It's a crapshoot.

I avoided getting together with DH for months because I knew that dormcest was a bad idea. Fortunately it worked out for the best!

Of COURSE they ended up dating and getting married. It was a shock to everyone who knew them--people were literally betting during the reception on whether the marriage would last longer than six weeks. That was 15 years ago and they are still happily together.

That's awesome.

I think he's bad news.

Bad news or not, you got chicken out of it.

My key broke off in the trunk lock of my car in the hospital parking lot. My ignition key is different than my trunk and door key, so I could drive home. But no AAA help because I can drive. Unfortunately my purse, my AAA card, my cell phone, paperwork on the babies? All in the trunk.

This makes for an unhappy last day of leave.

Huh. Regarding ex-presidents insulting other presidents:

WILLIAM TAFT (1909-1913) was charged with carrying Roosevelt’s "big stick" as War Secretary. Roosevelt hand-picked him as his successor, declaring there could not "be found in the whole country a man so well fitted to be president." It wasn't long, however, before he was calling Taft a "second-rate flubdub...a fathead and a puzzlewit."

I think I shall endeavor to reintroduce the pejorative "puzzlewit" back into popular usage....

I HAVE MY BOY LOLLIPOP STUCK IN MY HEAD. If memory serves, that's Hec's fault.

At least you now associate it with playful sexy animation.

I love "second-rate flubdub."