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.

Won't kill. Will sleep.

I hear killing is bad for your complexion.

I hear killing is bad for your complexion.

I guess that depends on what you do with the blood.

Huh. Apparently a happily-wedded billytea will rock the snappy come-backs. Who knew?

OMG, libkitty, now I'm going to have panic attacks all day about that Grand Canyon story.

DJ, I'm hoping that Emo Boy doesn't turn into Psycho Stalker Ex. I mean, I fully support the Ex part.

The boys haven't been with me when I went to the Canyon. (Well once, but he was yet to be born) There is no way I would take a child there without a leash restraint of some type. No way. Even now they couldn't go without dire threats of no electronics for months if they got close to the edge. Eeep.

Oh my, DJ. I hope that the girl changes her phone number and does what she needs to do to be unreachable by the Ex. Mostly what she needs to do to be emotionally unreachable. Bad relationships are as scary as falling off the Grand Canyon wall.

I was six months old when we went to the Grand Canyon. But my brother was six and my sisters were nine and ten and Mom says she got completely freaked out at the edge (there are pictures of them).

I think my sister and I pulled an escape (sort of) when we were two. Mom thought she lost us when she was on the phone to her sister and had the whole neighborhood out looking for us for about a half an hour. They found us playing in our own (empty) bathtub.

DJ, your friend's husband sounds like a royal asswipe. The sooner she's rid of him, the better.

I pick up my sister's wedding dress tonight. I found a friend to go with me to help me get into the corset bra because the last time I had to depend on the kindness of strangers (for lack of buffistas, although I should have called Ailleann).

Also, it's NEW COMIC AND PIE DAY!