I'll bet my neighbors wonder what the hell I was killing in my tub.

Devi brought me her ribbon to sling about. And then she hopped in the tub. I swung the ribbon, she chased it. She's really noisy in the tub. Paws and elbows and head and full body fwumps and cracks. Plus the click of claws. And the MWERP MWERP MWERP.

She's a weirdo. But then, I do indulge her.

It sounds like she made the "wrong" decision (career, late kids) and is justifying her lack of happiness (dear god, her confused husband) with numbers.

Unless there is some man plan I've not been following I have never put my career over marriage. No one straight who wasn't an idiot has ever proposed to me.

And? Don't want to be a parent. So it's not like I'm putting breeding off either.

Sheesh.

You're right--she's no Passey. And it shouldn't get up my nose that her brand of candour is making her money--that's something I should get over. But....oooh. She is an idiot.

Looks like hospitalisation is in the cards this weekend. Because I'm not bright I only just realised that I should go in Friday night so I can come home Sunday night and spend that night at home. Especially given the pain I'm in now.

Oops.

I'm glad the hospital thing is this weekend. I'm sorry you are in pain now.

That whole concept that web use = youth is wack. By that measure, I'm only a point out of Generation Y. I'm a Baby Boomer.

Ooh, good luck, ita.

Oh, that "generation" quiz thing made me cranky as well. And I mostly avoided the really cranky-making blog lady.

My quest to read some of every blog on the internet (it makes the internet last longer, donchya know?) definitely has a downside.

Unrelatedly, just found out that the father of my oldest extant friend (kid I grew up beside in Ja) is stopping cancer treatments and coming home for palliative care.

I haven't seen Uncle L in forever, and we all knew he was old even back then (perhaps a decade older than my parents), but still. It's a funeral I'd travel for, if I wasn't so scared of travelling.

She is an idiot.

She's not making her money by giving advice is she? 'Cause she obviously sucks at it.

I hope the hospital thing works, ita. Good luck.

I think she makes her money giving business advice. And she may well be good at that.

Looks like hospitalisation is in the cards this weekend. Because I'm not bright I only just realised that I should go in Friday night so I can come home Sunday night and spend that night at home. Especially given the pain I'm in now.

Here's hoping for you, ita.

Good luck, ita,

Good luck to you this weekend, ita. I hope this relieves your pain.