You didn't kill. You vented. Totally cool.

eta: plus, you do need a break.

GC, I so want the storms to skip the Keys so you can have your well earned vacation.

On the other hand, if they did come to this area it would mean some time off work. Four weeks back and I so need a break!

Happy news, the DD is off campus until Wednesday! He had a 'workshop' somewhere.

And now I feel like an ass as it's obviously more important that the hurricane not hit anywhere so that, I don't know, people don't die.

Honey, everyone's got their own thing-- we vent or we wind up on the evening news and wearing orange jumpsuits with slash pockets and that's just not a good look for anyone. Your sitch would have me in a rage. I cannot believe people sometimes.

You deserve your honeymoon.

And Ike, while still no joke, has dropped considerably in strength-- sustained winds of 80MPH down from 120 earlier this morning. Let's hope he wusses out before he causes more grief.

Don't sweat it, GC. We're here for each other, whatever the vent.

I decided Hec is wrong, though. I'm not in hell. I'm just being nibbled to death by ducks.

Really fucking big ducks.

(((GC))) You're so not an ass, and you very much deserve a relaxing vacation. Also, Barb is wise.

(((Sean)))

I'm sorry, GC. Sometimes family has trouble being, well, family.

Yep, Ike is falling apart and hopefully will not be able to get it together again before it lands in Texas somewhere. Nothing in the Atlantic following it either. Sounds like the perfect time to honeymoon in the Keys. Well, except for the wicked hot and humid thing, so you will have to spend more time in air conditioned spaces.

{{all of ya}}

ZOMGWTFPARENTING. Dylan threw the mother of all tantrums at the playground this afternoon* and then repeated the act in the backyard an hour later**. Now I can hear him throwing things out of his crib and saying "uh-oh!" instead of sleeping. I predict that in about 5 minutes he's going to start yelling because all his stuffed animals are on the floor.

*I wouldn't let him hold his Sigg on the swing because I'm not a fan of chipped teeth and bloody lips.

**I wouldn't let him play ball on the concrete patio with an empty glass baby food jar (our neighbor's 9-month old was having dinner out there) because I'm not a fan of cleaning broken glass out of kneecaps. Also, I'm mean and horrible and hate fun.

I decided Hec is wrong, though. I'm not in hell. I'm just being nibbled to death by ducks.

It's a shame, really. If you were in hell with the ducks, you could roast them over one of the open firepits and have a delicious home-cooked meal.

It's a shame, really. If you were in hell with the ducks, you could roast them over one of the open firepits and have a delicious home-cooked meal.

That is the tastiest version of glass-half-full I've ever seen. Well done!