vw, I hope the boys don't give up on you and a wonderful, smart and determined hottie breaks down your resolve and you two live happily ever after.

Awwww...wouldn't that be nice. No such thing as happily ever after, though. Actually, I think I may write a book on that very subject. Right after I finish There is No Such Thing as Recovery from BPD.

I may be a bit cynical tonight.

But I do know that Laura is my new hero.

No such thing as happily ever after, though.

Let me know when you need a beta.

signed, also cynical

Ok, this is longish, but I didn't cut and paste, so let's see if I can remember it all:

Lilybean and Ellie were just adorable, but what really got me is how gorgeous Plei is in the Lily photos. I just love your hair, Plei. The color. The cut. Wow!

I wasn't much of a wonderer, but we had a ginormous yard, with a treehouse and lots of other places to wander, and I was allowed to cross the road to play with my best friend, who also had a freakin' enormous yard with a tree cave and tree house, so there wasn't a lot of incentive to leave the allowable area. I did have a dog nanny, though. She was a husky, and we normally had to keep her chained when she was outside, because she would disappear at the drop of a hat and would happily get into any stranger's car. But when she was outside with me when I was little, they didn't even need to use a leash. I would nap, using her for a pillow.

My nephew was a climber and jumper. He used to give me heart attacks, climbing up unsecured bookshelves. Eeek. And he'd climb as high as he could and jump off. It drove me batty until I realized that he had a good eye for what he could do, and never got hurt. He almost killed his mom, though. When they were visiting the Grand Canyon, they had camped overnight at an overlook. In the morning, they were looking around, enjoying the view and all. My nephew, who was about 2, dropped his ball over the edge, and went for it. His mom dove for him and caught him, but went over the edge herself. Fortunately, she was tiny and very light and her tall, muscular boyfriend dove for her and dragged them both up.

And I guess I started a career when I was about 33, completely by accident. Well, sort of by accident.

Yay! Away from the dick!

I hate being away from the dick. Oh wait, are we speaking figuratively?

My nephew, who was about 2, dropped his ball over the edge, and went for it. His mom dove for him and caught him, but went over the edge herself. Fortunately, she was tiny and very light and her tall, muscular boyfriend dove for her and dragged them both up.

Yikes! That story is the stuff of nightmares....

Slightly-relatedly, even newborns tend to have fear of heights....

I just feel like I've been all "Yay! Away from the dick!"

I read this thinking you were still talking about career paths, and I was like "well, once you get older, a career path that involves being very close to the dick might not work as well anyway..."

I am so angry I could punch something. We're having our night out. Her husband calls to tell her in the most passive agressive way ever, that he has no friends and that he's going to lose his job because she's had enough.

Clearly, it's all her fault he can't take care of himself.

I want to throw little pointy things. At his penis. Which I'm laughing at. Make my friend cry one more time. I will e. nd you. By my pretty pink toes, I will end you.

Ok. not really, but I'm angry.

Her husband calls to tell her in the most passive agressive way ever, that he has no friends and that he's going to lose his job because she's had enough.

Cry some more emo boy. (I know that's what Teppy's thinking.)

I just love your hair, Plei. The color. The cut. Wow!

Yeah. But she's always Wow.

I will e. nd you. By my pretty pink toes, I will end you.

I have a large backyard, and a friend who majored in forensic science. Just in case you need help with ... things.

Won't kill. Will sleep.