Oh Cash, how SCARY!

My one sister did this two or three times. Once she got as far as the park a block away once and started playing with the local parochial school on recess (not naked that time). The Sisters realized she wasn't one of theirs and took her to the police. The police got her ice cream and a sweater and walked around the neighbhorhood until she found her house.

One time our eighty year old neighbor saw her in his yard... that one was really quick and Mom didn't realize she was gone until she opened the front door to find this dignified older man, complete with three piece pinstripe suit and hat, holding a naked bouncing three year old by the hand.

I really DO have a good Mom - it never happened with either of her other children. Rachel just liked to bolt. And long before she discovered the joy of bolting she'd discovered the joy of hiding. Oy.

OWEN, DON'T DO THAT TO YOUR MOMMY!

When I was about two, I escaped naked into the world. I was returned home by a truck driver who'd stopped when he saw me marching along the rode alone. I apparently was able to tell him where I lived. My mother didn't even know I'd gone and to this day it gives here the willies. Needless to say, I don't remember any of this.

((Cash))

I wa a big sleepwalker as a kid. Fortunately, when I was doing it, we lived in a ranch where I had to walk right past the living room to head for the front door -- which I did a couple times while my parents were sitting there watching TV. They installed a really high hook and eye in case I did when they were in bed.

My father was not a naked type (god that's weird to write) but he was a daredevil. A neighbor once called my grandmother and said, "Iva, I think you should sit down. Howard is on the roof." He was four at the time. Another time he lost MomMom in a department store, and instead of looking for her walked all the way home by himself. They'd taken the bus ACROSS TOWN to get there. I think he was five then.

I'm amazed my grandmother lived through it all.

I was once playing on/near the highway that runs in front of our house. A passing truck driver stopped and took me to my mom. The same thing happened to two of my siblings.

At least none of us were naked.

Sometimes, it's surprising any child or mother survives ... and yet, somehow, we usually do (used to stick bobby pins into the electrical outlets).

I was an awful bad big sister. It was my great joy to convince my little brother to go off naked into the great outdoors. Although he is 52 now I could probably still talk him into it. He is so easy.

My mother is full of tales about the stuff I talked him into. {{Cash}} Be grateful you didn't have me as a kid!

I get the feeling that many of us found new and exciting ways to try to do ourselves - and our mothers, as well as assorted friends and siblings - in. We're creative!

Owen pulled a runner today. DH didn't lock the deadbolt when he left for work and I was distracted getting Olivia and myself dressed this morning. I was still half-naked when Owen topped the baby gate, opened the front door and went walkabout. I threw on a robe, rushed out the door and it took me about a minute to locate him. He was on our neighbor's porch (stark naked, of course) and trying to open their door.

This was an hour ago and I haven't stopped shaking.

Oh my dear friend. I am so sorry. Ugh. There's nothing worse. I'm getting back the sick headache I got when Chris disappeared, just thinking about it.

Has he been texting with Cindy's kids?

He sounds like he's been studying Christopher's master technique.

Yeah, but Owen has created his own interpretation. We didn't hear Chris leave, and Chris was not naked. He had on a red t-shirt and shorts (which I will see in my mind until the day I die).

And my stupid doctor's office didn't call me. I had to call THEM. The next available appointment for the substitute doctor: NEXT WEEK. I run out of pills on Thursday. I've taken an appointment with one of their other doctors (the one DH quit using because he always runs about an hour behind schedule). I'm getting a script and changing practices.

If this is for your new med, they need to write you a script, or give you another package of samples to tide you over, before then. You can get wonky physical symptoms if you stop that med cold turkey. You need to taper off. Don't let them jerk you around.

Lily's a good thing.

The rest is chaotic neutral.

Horse hockey. Life isn't just for achieving some sort of status or accomplishing something that looks good on a newsletter. It's for living. And your talents aren't your talents just so you can tick stuff off on a list. They're just a part of you.

Good timelies y'all!

I am so freaking tired. I had nightmares all night last night. The first was about crab/bug like things that were everywhere. At first they were benign, but then they started crawling and biting. Like tribbles, but less fuzz and more creepy crawly clawey. In the second, two guys stole my dog, Maxine. They just opened the door and she hopped in their car. I had to cling to the door and was drug down the street. After I practically pulled the door off the hinges, they let her out, but were very menacing, like the next time I let her out of my sight they were going to take her again. Both dreams had me flailing and kicking, so Mr. Jane had to wake me.

About to have to go on a longish lunch. I finally got our tax check back from the bank, and now I have to actually go to the banking center and make sure it goes through, and that they reverse all charges.. PITA.

On the plus side, my lawyer friend is going to help my friend L with the fallout from leaving her husband. He also sent me a really sweet email after I asked.

"Iva, I think you should sit down. Howard is on the roof."

As if Iva's going to stay in a chair after hearing that. Should have been "Iva, go get all your cushions and pillows, Howard's on the roof."