My first two NY apartments were each about 500 sqft. The coop we bought and moved into last year is about 900 - it felt palatial when we first moved in, but OMFG kids take up a lot of space. I've been seriously craving a real backyard and a rec room ever since he started crawling. I can see why people with kids flee to the suburbs.

(So if anyone's stuck on what to give me for Mother's Day, what I'd really like is $500k to buy an adorable little row house in Windsor Terrace. Thanks!)

yes, to a point, but, when it's clear that your affections are not returned, it gets tiresome.

This.

headdesk

Seriously, he needs to be less likeable. And not do awesome things. That would be helpful. Yes. Because I don't much relish feeling like someone's taken a cheesegrater to my heart after every damn rehearsal. Enough. Finis.

Sorry, I apologise for venting - I know it's tedious and self-indulgent. I just - ack. It makes my heart hurt and my head feel 'splodey.

Stupid fucking universe.

No, darling, please vent. it's this kind of thing that makes you feel better.

My god, the german news conference on the Austria abuse scandal is boring as hell. They are describing the "one an a half ton door, with hinges, then there was another metal door, and then there was another metal door."

the german news conference on the Austria abuse scandal is boring as hell.

Evil, banality, etc.

oh, here's a car update -- they sent the wrong kind of tow truck, I specifically said that I needed a flat bed tow truck. Tow truck arrived, not a flatbed. I said "You need a flatbed to tow a Saab. He said "I tow Saabs all of the time, who told you that?" I said "the Saab dealership and the manual. Hold on, let me call them" I step away from the truck to call on my cell phone, he starts driving. I think that he's coming around the block, since he'd passed the car. Then, I see him driving away. What an asshole! I, of course, reported both the idiot who didn't tell them and the tow company. I'm at home, chilling, but if I'd been on the side of the road somewhere, that could have been dangerous.

now, the germans are talking about how the family is in psychiatric care, they have an aquarium! It's beautiful and nice to see how they organize their life. They have dinner and breakfast together. the beds are made by the children.

the family is in psychiatric care, they have an aquarium!

That totally makes up for 20+ years of imprisonment and being raped by your father. Here, have another goldfish, liebchen.

there is no coffee in my house this morning. there will be blood.

unspeakable what is going on with the databases this morning.

two freelance clients are getting more than they paid for. by a lot.

my mom and Iris were extremely slow to leave this morning for their outing, so my first conference call was really hectic, which was really bad.

I took a good 30 minutes to locate, un-price, & wrap a birthday present/card for one of DH's coworker's kids, whom Iris has played with a couple of times, who isn't having a party due to divorce nastiness. And I wrote a thank you note to another coworker who had us over for dinner on Friday night. I left the present/card on the front hall table and told tom where it was, but he actually picked up the thank you note from my desk and carried it downstairs... WHERE HE LEFT IT ON THE FRONT HALL TABLE, NEXT TO THE B-DAY PRESENT and went off to work!!! That one took me through all seven levels of GRR and back to BWAH. Actually.

and there is no coffee in the house.

V- sorry about the car & the parents. Ugh. parents.

Dear Financial Aid Dude,

I asked a very simple question and qualified it with, "I know the budgets aren't done for next year yet, but could you give me a ballpark figure, maybe even last year's number."

You did not need to be, once again, overly condescending, rude, and unhelpful. There's a reason why the Bermuda Triangle of colleges get a bad name. You're not helping.

No thanks,

vw