I skippity skipped so I'm sending my ~ma out into the universe in search of all those who need it.

Mom's going to be busy for her birthday so we're celebrating it tomorrow.

The borscht is now fabulous since I added one more can of beets. Ooh I wish I was home with it right now. nom nom.

Only buffistas could make medical testing porny. Gawd, I love y'all.

I just know it is a bone scan checking for bone density. I also have the brain MRI. One is at 2pm and the other at 3pm - not sure which is first. So I don't think I'm getting anything injected. I hope.

meara - check for hidden cameras. I think you are being punked.

Among my friends we have two pornified comments which are appended to phrases which are vaguely sexual in nature. Both peaked in the 90s so now their occasional reoccurrences are doubly funny for both unexpectedness and nostalgia. For mildly sexual inuendos, a simple, "ooh baby!" Most funny now when it comes from outside the room uttered by someone you didn't even realize was paying attention. For things that could be twisted in an expecially perverted manner only an, "and we all know how painful that can be!" will suffice.

Our standard porny-making suffix in high school was: That's what he/she said.

"God, this is hard!"
"That's what she said."

"I'd like a Polish sausage"
"That's what he said."

"We need a pump and some lube."
"That's what she said."

And of course, there is Michael Scott's favorite "That's what he/she said." Which I lost interest in after hanging out with a bunch of crunchy granola spiritual types and having to explain that's what who said about what. I'm not their kind of liberal. Okay, not awful, only a little evil, just discouraged...it's just been a tough...half a decade or so, minus some bright spots. My father took my half-brother to Baltimore...to see the Hard Rock Cafe. I think that was the closest I ever came to calling him fucked-up to his face. Like you can't get overpriced HR burgers in Phoenix.ETA: That's what he said x-post. Ha! Well, that's the first time I ever did that with a married man!

And of course, there is Michael Scott's favorite "That's what he/she said."

Clearly my teenage self is Michael Scott.

Michael is still somebody's teenaged self. But it's the needy part of that that keeps you from wishing him dead and stuff. SC is awesome at that.

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Should I name my new black iPod Miss Edith?

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Should I name my new black iPod Miss Edith?

Absolutely!

I would. If I weren't too broke-ass and Luddite to get one, that is.