Dear Pseudo-Big Brother,

Calling to tell me that a) you're at Disneyland, and b) you're wandering around a store full of Nightmare Before Christmas merchandise is just mean. Bring me back a spooky trinket, or I will make you suffer.

With exasperated fondness, Your Little Pseudo-Sister.

You're looking at places tomorrow, sj? I hope one of them is super fantastic and worth the hassle of moving so the decision is easy.

You're looking at places tomorrow, sj? I hope one of them is super fantastic and worth the hassle of moving so the decision is easy.

Oh Scrappy, I'm so very sorry. Vibes to you and your family.

Gah. I am suddenly starving, have nothing ready to eat in the house, and have people coming over in 20 minutes. I did not plan this well at all.

Scrappy, peace to you and yours.

Job for meara = good

People taking pics of Jilli without asking first = immature

Nuts in salad = nummy

Good news from my doctors appointment = I'm down 20 lbs from my previous (pre-preggo) weight!

Bad news from my doctors appointment = I do in fact have The Monster Ick and a sinus infection on top of it, and can probably look forward to another week of feeling like crap, maybe two.

Oh, Scrappy, I'm so sorry.

Since meara's salary~ma is all taken care of, I'm modifying it into hunting-for-a-new-place~ma and sending it eastward toward sj and TCG. And, since we're all sharing pictures and stuff, do you have any from your trip to visit your best friend and her babies?

Suzi, I got it, and then my brain got fried wrestling with the HR website at the university. But I'm all swoony at the prospect!

And, Maria, it's so good to see your pixels, and even several weeks later it is sweet as can be to drink in your eloquent imprecations against the ex-bosses. Fuckweasels. Did I mention that one of them, after sitting there in the firing and never opening his mouth, hovered around my desk while I cleaned up and took down pictures of Matilda, trying to catch my eye and tell me how sorry he was? I wouldn't let him. Fuck that. He already thought I was distant, and he'd already fired me; how else was he going to punish me for not giving him the satisfaction of showing what a Nice Guy he really was? Fuck him.

In less vindictive news, Matilda likes her new xylophone. Which lives at Nana's house, not here.

Oh, God, what a horrible crosspost. Scrappy, I'm so very sorry. I've been thinking about and vibing peace and comfort to your niece and your family ever since you first posted. I can't even imagine how broken her parents must be right now. All my love to all of you.