I am OVER today. Actually, I'm OVER this entire week. I'm feeling a slide down a depression-lined slope of late and it needs to stop. What is making me happy today is my adorable skull bag (red and white striped with black skull and crossbones print by Loungefly). Let's forget that it's filled with research for my paper that's due in 2 WEEKS!

ETA: Bag [link]

So, I've been playing over at FreeRice.com and got up to about level 42 before calling S into the room to help out. She was able to get us up to about level 48. Then she got a few wrong, and our collective vocaubulary has kept us fluttering between level 45 and 47 or so.

Then we hit a few words that she got wrong and I got right, and she's now wandered off in a huff, saying the game isn't fun any more.

I think I've never quite adored her as much as I do right now.

Everyone, thanks SO much for all your comments and different perspectives. It really helps.

And if he can't get that certain topics are simply Out Of Bounds, I'd be happy to beat him soundly about the head and shoulders with a plush Eiffel Tower. Which I just happen to have in my office.

If you can come up with a way to trick him into coming to your office, you may feel free to pummel away.

If the plush Eiffel Tower isn't sufficiently convincing, you could send him to me. I have a bobblehead Jesus who could, um, bobble chidingly at him, and also a miniature redcoat who could poke him with an extremely wee bayonet.

I've got a tiny but very heavy cast-iron Doctor Zoidberg, claws and tentacle-mandibles at your service.

{{{{Teppy}}}}

Suzi, insent.

One moment from the funeral which reminds me why we do not include young children in funerary rites: My MiL begged me to bring Owen and Olivia into the funeral home briefly, so a good friend of hers could see the kids (she'd never even seen Olivia). While they were chattering with Liv, I had Owen and was showing him the flowers. He saw the casket spray (gorgeous, lavender, Stainless Steel roses) and said, "pretty!" Of course, then he noticed his great-grandmother's corpse and looked at her and yelled, "WAKE UP, GRANDMA!"

I have to admit that I was only half-horrified.

t chokes back laughter

Oh Cash. My goodness. t stern (ish) look Owen's-way

And because it needs its own post:

{{{Tep}}} Everyone else was already so wise. Boys are sometimes teh dum. As are Body Image Demons. Maybe that's why each sets off the other so easily sometimes.

That's half-horrifying, half-hilarious, IMHO. Of course, it's possible I've picked up a morbid sense of humor here at the hospital...

Hey, it's their own fault because what's her name wouldn't come outside.