::loves on Fay::

No, I am not really here. I'm fleeing back to bed even as you read this. You never saw me.

::pointing to what Fay wrote:: Fay is wise and deserving of wonderous gifts to be showered upon her.

What Bev and GG said.

Fay is indeed wise.

I haven't seen the commercial, Barb. It is most likely offensive. People are always mentioning commercials I haven't seen. Even if I am watching live TV I just don't seem to notice them. Could be that I am up and doing other stuff the moment they come on, or I am focused on my laptop during commercials. This probably helps my sanity.

Meanwhile, I suggest that you go out and buy yourself a set of plates (maybe second hand ones) or cups or other kind of crockery, ritually allot them names "Bloody", "Motherfucking", "Cocksucking", "Hell" etc, and keep them to hand. In fact, fuck it, smash one of them now, just because you can. And the next time he pulls this shit - because, alas, it is clear that there will be a next time - before you have to pull on your big girl panties and do all that grown up crap which shouldn't just be falling on you alone, go get something and smash the fucking hell out of it, and shout at the top of your lungs, and jump up and down on the pieces*, and generally let yourself be as angry as a fucking angry thing that's just graduated from David Banner's Anger Management Course entitled Hulk: Smash.

This was my mother's way of getting new dishes at our house. She would wait until a real big argument and start throwing plates, etc., managing to "somehow" miss family members.

Being that mom and dad raised a group of strong-willed individuals, by the time the 7th child (me) reached teenage status, she had moved on to semi-unbreakable Corelle ware.

This is a TOTALLY ridiculous expenditure, but I am seriously considering buying these for my big Thanksgiving dinner (I am hosting my parents and CBD's family): [link] They're just so cute!

Kind of expensive, but oh so cute! I want the pie charm one.

They are cute, vw.

Today's breakfast: slow-cooked barbecue brisket served on Sara Lee lite bread that I'm pretending was Texas toast.

Daniel's brilliant. Perhaps you already knew that. But his idea was to get a brisket, put it in a slow oven all night, and let the heat warm the house - brought the temperature up to 68 degrees Farenheit. Who needs a furnace, baby.

Not only is my nose not numb from cold, but we have some darn good meat in the house.

They ARE cute, vw, and I personally think they're totally legit as a holiday expense.

(Mind you, this comes from the woman who bought a set of Guy Buffet Skating Chef plates as her holiday dishes.)

The Skating Chef is adorable even though I don't quite understand the whole holiday dishes thing. I s'pose that's one of those totally optional, fun things. And it might make a bigger difference if you actually entertained a lot.