Ouchies, juliana. I'm sure it's a spectacular piercing, but I hope the spectacular pain subsides quickly.

Kitty~ma, askye. Also Harvey-purrs.

bonny, you have my sympathy for the craxy landlord.

Douchenozzle

More like an enema hose. What fuckery.

Well, it's a good thing we're never pressed for time in the morning getting Matilda to daycare in one part of SF and Emmett to school in the East Bay and me working for a variety of temp jobs.

t selfish meme-ing

Missing: One female baby. Blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful and good tempered.

Seriously. Has anyone seen my baby? I seem to have misplaced her and instead received a big girl who was registered for pre-school today.

I don't know, Aims. Except for the pants-related meltdowns, that big girl seems like a pretty smart and funny and charming creature, and really a more than fair trade for the baby.

Although, oof. I was just across the street ordering more software for Boss 1's computer and ran into a woman with a 2-week-old baby girl, and my ovaries are still sobbing. Little bruised rosebud, all curled in on herself, in this world but not yet of it. mmmmmph.

Crock of crap, JZ. I'm not sure whether I'm calling BGH that, or the situation in general.

Susan, any chance that mid-afternoon salt craving is a potassium craving? Sodium and potassium have similar flavor, though potassium has a hint of bitter to the saltiness. Potatoes have some potassium, so it is not insane to have an urge for chips, and not be sure which electrolyte your body is really begging for. V-8 would hit both brilliantly, but not get the crunch going. Low-sodium V-8 would definitely fit the bill for a potassium craving, as it substitutes potassium chloride for sodium chloride for flavor, in addition to the potassium naturally found in the tomatoes, et. al.

When I am feeling the need for potassium, I can buy a six-pack of those little cans of the stuff, then power slam four in a row in the parking lot outside the grocery store before I notice that it tastes funny (compared to regular V-8).

ETA: Crock of crap not directed at amazing, beautiful, ovary-provoking precious little person, in spite of amusing juxtaposition.

Except for the pants-related meltdowns, that big girl seems like a pretty smart and funny and charming creature, and really a more than fair trade for the baby.

Worth it even with the meltdowns. In our parent interview, we had to say what our most favortire thing about Em is. I said, "Her joy. Her pure joy at doing anything and how much fun and excitement she gets out of everything." And then I cried a little. Such a big girl.

And I'm right with you on the seeing newborns. Makes my uterus echo.

Happy Birthday Sean!

Pain free ma for Ginger, Nicole, Suzi, Sail and those who are hurting. Cat ma for askye.

I'm exhausted and cranky.

::tacklehugs d::

What is it with the sneaky boss stuff? As long as you aren't claim you are there before you --WTF? and if Boss has a problem , he should talk to you , not your co-worker. BGH probably has things that are more impt than you to look after anyway.

: gropes Sox :

(How does Friday look for you, btw? I'll follow up by email.)