Fuck, David. Also, what Susan said.

I thought the happy belonged in a different post...

My MIL is visiting for the week, and since I have very little vacation to spare, I've been going to work while DH, MIL, and Annabel have been spending the days together. Today I came home, after posting those pirate costumes, to discover that they'd bought her a set of pirate accessories at Pottery Barn kids--she now has hat, plush sword, eyepatch, and a hook. She put them all on and informed me she was a BAD pirate. She also has pirate sheets and a little throw pillow with a patchwork tall ship sailing across the sea.

I think it's fair to conclude she's my daughter.

I do have tomorrow off, because this weekend is the 10th anniversary of DH and I first meeting and our 8th wedding anniversary. We're going to leave Annabel with her grandma for two nights and go here.

I can totally vouch for the coolness of pirate halloweens. I think four of Emmett's first six halloween costumes were pirates (one of them a zombie pirate).

David, I'm so sorry. I hope everything turns out as well as it possibly can given the evilness of cancer.

Susan, yay on pirates!

I'm really not here. Sleeping. Have to get up in 7.5 hours.

Hec, I'm so sorry. Much ~ma to Karen. Chemo is awful, but I hope it does what it is supposed to do and she is around for many years to come.

Have a happy anniversary celebration, Susan.

Much ~ma to Karen.

I just found out that the little boy who lives next door to my parents, who I used to babysit three or four days a week during the summer when he was a toddler, just had a pre-cancerous mole removed. I don't know all the details, but he's supposed to rest for the next two weeks. He's not a great reader and gets bored with TV pretty quickly. His mother has no idea how to keep him occupied and not running around. (I suggested art projects.) Poor baby. (Well, he's 9 1/2 now. Not so much a baby anymore.)

David, all the health vibes in the world for Karen. She'll be in my thoughts.

Susan, the Cute-Bad Pirate Annabel sounds adorable. And yay you and DH getting away for a bit.

Health-ma to your young friend, too, Hil.

Thanks, all.

If I'm reading the charts right she's Stage III. That puts her survival rate a bit better than a coin flip. Actually somewhere between 50% and 64%.

Fucking sucks.

Her youngest daughter is an 8th grader at Emmett's middle school. We saw her the other day and she's aware but sort of blithely oblivious. They've told her, but she really doesn't understand the implications. Which is fine. I know I was when my mother had her first bout of cancer.

I don't know what to do except stop by her house and give her foot rubs.

David, I'm so sorry about Karen's news. I hope the treatment turns out to be aggressive enough.

Job #2 seems to love me to bits, but it just makes my gut churn with dread.

I'ma go a bit against the grain here.

When I decided to take this job, it was with a heart full of desperation and a belly full of apprehension. Lots of reasons I was going to HATE working for Boss. He's too young, he wouldn't "get" me, he'd be an a-hole, etc etc etc. I was convinced I would HATE it.

I was wrong. I love it here, I love what I do, and Boss isn't AT ALL what I thought he'd be and he truly values me, I really believe that. He's like, one of my top 5 favortie bosses and I've never even slept with him! (Well, just that once. Kidding!!!)

Sometimes, I think, the job that just looks like it sucks ass on the outside, actually turns out to taste like lime-aid. Of course, if you hate lime-aid, then it does suck like ass.

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I should eat and be caffinated before adivce-ing people.