"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."

The combination of sleepwalking stories and walking out the door stories are freaking me out. Ellie started sleepwalking a few nights ago. Thankfully, she can't open the doors yet.

I was a walkabout child. I was always clothed but sometimes it was pajamas. I would go traipsing through the wooded area behind our house and a neighbor's basset hound would follow and then lead me home.

I only really took off once. There was a park across the street from our house when I was like 5. I crossed the street and played in the park for a while until my mom found me (she was totally frantic) and wore my butt out. I didn't really get spankings - that one was out of sheer terror, I think. There was another time I was supposed to be at one friend's house and ended up at another friend's house (all on the same street as my house). My mom and dad were going door to door and were just about to call the cops when they found me. I got grounded that time. I think I would have preferred the spanking.

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.

Apropos of nothing, Cindy, I want to hug you for saying this.

Owen, you need to cut it out with the scaring your mother like that! Don't make the mostly-invisible internet people invest in a kid leash for you! (But I'm generous, so I'd get the one that looked like a monkey.)

I missed a lot more, so hugs and ~ma for everyone. ::passes the basket::

I feel like I've got an itch in my brain, and I don't have the first clue what to do about it. Also, I had a conversation with a third party that I think totally destroyed the burgeoning crush that was forming on that boy from Indiana. Mixed opinions on that. Also also, I need a new job as of yesterday. Have we found that pause button for the planet yet, so that I can get my shit together?

::huddles in the collective Bitches bosom for comfort whilst I adjust my diamond shoes::

I totally feel you on that. But I don't mean porn, unless you want me to. God, Deena, your co-worker ruined that for me. Cause now in my head I hear some doofus talking about saying that to Actual Black People.

I would go traipsing through the wooded area behind our house and a neighbor's basset hound would follow and then lead me home.

This is possibly the most adorable mental picture evAH.

It sounds like a Berkeley Breathed story, doesn't it?

The combination of sleepwalking stories and walking out the door stories are freaking me out. Ellie started sleepwalking a few nights ago. Thankfully, she can't open the doors yet.

t glares at Ellie

No sleepwalking, Missy!

Oops, meant to post that in natter.