My family has a lot of silverware from a restaurant my brother bussed for in high school. He didn't mean to steal it, he'd just put the stuff in his apron when cleaning tables (why, I don't know,) toss the apron in the back seat, where the silverware migrated to under the seat. We only discovered it after he'd quit and we were junking the car.

We also had the stuff he just plain took when he'd take meals home.

He wasn't a perfect angel.

For a second I thought Jesse's story was going to turn into a family kleptomania story!

Ha! No, just a going-through-the-trash story. My grandmother did make sure to mention that counting the silver is especially important when you have maids, but I'm still not clear if they're more likely to throw it out because they don't care about it, or if they will rob you.

Will this useless day never end?

I bring tidings from the future! The time will come when May 5 ends, and the reign of May 6 will usher in a Golden Age of Tuesday!

We have an heirloom silver butter knife that my great-great-grandfather swiped from a hotel. It's got a fancy D on it, the first letter of his last name and the name of the hotel.

HA!!!!

He wasn't a perfect angel.

Not the same brother you've told us stories of before! He seemed so pure!

I got home. I guess that's good. I cannot die yet, because there is a krav instructor meeting this evening. To which, although I do not teach, I go. I am a crazy person.

Last night's Masterpiece was very good. Cranford. I love how in British pieces there always seems to be room for one more luminary. You'd think after Dame Judi and, say, Imelda Staunton you might be filling up. But no! There's room for a Glenister, and a Gambon, a Sawalha--even an Annis.

It made me very sad though. I think I was in vulnerable headspace.

Oh, look. IMDB seems to have video now. Which, of course, means it has ads.

I'm terrified of college. Hell, right now I'm terrified of kindergarten so I think I'll just avoid that cost calculator. sigh.

I worked my ass off today. Okay, I worked hard, but my ass is still there for good or ill. BUT the bummer? I'm still stressed out about work, kindergarten, birthday parties and house cleaning. Shouldn't a productive day put some of that neuroses in perspective?

Thank goodness for red wine.

Finally watched the plastic surgery slide show. That's an amazingly unflattering picture of George Clooney. Go them. He still wins.

Okay, like nap. I should totally do that.

He seemed so pure!

I wish I could recreate the sound I made.

I've volunteered to pay for a kid's preschool, on a low-income scale (yeah, it's cheating. But they may be fucked otherwise.) And it's still appalling. My brother and SIL get insane good rates because she's an employee and it's Alabama. When I hear or read the going rates, I can't imagine how single parents, or even dual income parents, manage it. One of my friend's salary basically goes to childcare. (at the same time, I know what childcare providers do- and sometimes wish that could be my job, but can't afford it- and don't begrudge that. It's a no-win. )

ION, I'm tempted to curse all my female monkey ancestry who didn't get eaten by lions when they were cramping and sweating and overheating and pukey and generally feeling like shit. WHY did this evolutionary trait get passed down, damnit? NOT USEFUL. NO BIOLOGICAL ADVANTAGE!

I've volunteered to pay for a kid's preschool, on a low-income scale (yeah, it's cheating. But they may be fucked otherwise.)

Aw.