Oh god, there was this poor girl (poor in two senses, actually, but I meant the "poor her!" sense) who got a Jordache purse in sixth grade or so...but she got it at the flea market a year too late. She got more shit. I guess it's better to be style-neutral than obviously behind the times.

My aunt and uncle (and my young cousin's grandmother) spend that kind of money. I was flabbergasted when I went shopping with them and they spent as much on one outfit as my parents would have spent on an entire year's worth of clothes. I mean, yes a bit of time has passed, but still.

Grey's Anatomy: Dude, can we stop saying Meredeth slept with someone elses husband? She didn't KNOW he was married and he was seperated, like, by a CONTINENT seperated. Sheesh.

I mean, ok, she picked it up again once cheaty wife showed up in town but dude, I think its not quite the same as Izzy

Who, if we recall correctly, was until a minute ago madly in love with poor dead Denny who she killed. Seriously. oy.

Dude, Karev, you can think a guy is a lousy surgical intern if he's a lousy surgical intern. It didn't give him a stroke. You can go back to YOUR somebody-elses-wife with a clean conscience.

So this is how pro-bono surgeries work? Cool. Goodness knows surgeons who barely see their children should drop everything for non-emergency surgeries.

but I still love the nazi (even if they hardly call her that anymore). because she is my favorite person on this show.

Derek, you ass, just give the woman some more time. you didn't grow up yourself until ten minutes ago.

Worst air quality I've experienced was Prague in the spring. Inversions caused all the smog to get stuck in the valley and it hurt to inhale and you'd get all dizzy. You'd see people walking around with unlit cigarettes, using the filters. Oh & your clothes all got this grey film. Blech.

Ok, that cigarette thing is v. clever.

The whole 'spensive clothes bullying is weird to me. I mean, I've seen teens from the complex with Prada shit (which given the avg income....spending on that?) but coming up, while there were people with trendy clothes, and the whole softer-side thing (K-Mart, baybeee! and TG&Y!), there wasn't quite the insanity, nor the parental bending. Of course, I grew up in a really poor area without access (remember, pre-internet-everywhere) to really fancy stuff.

I do know I wanted Venenzia (?) and Keds, Guess and Fossil, and got generic. But I wasn't given shit for that.

Hey, NORMAL CAT POOP! God, my life is lame.

I get teh same way about baby poop, so no worries.

Yeah, but CATS.

Mom's birthday was Weds, and the first thing she said to me was "Devi still have diarrhea??" (and this was HER birthday, and a day after my aunt had what turned out to be an aborted-hysterectomy due to bleeding caused by her anticoagulants from a stent. That's fucked up.)

New low point.

(OTOH, when I'm taking care of the nephs or just babysitting, I'm a painstaking recorder of poop and pee and ingestion. I freak out if I don't know exactly. In case the parents are. )

thank goodness for Noah videos.

Did we know it's St. Crispin's Day? Is it, in fact, St. Crispin's Day?

We few, we happy few...

were totally unaware.

Noah. Too. Freaking. Cute.