Okay, I have fielded phone calls from my mother, arranged for boarding for the puppies while we're gone Labor Day weekend, let the Orkin guy in to deal with the unexplained infestation of earwigs and the occasional palmetto bug (actually, lots of rain to blame for that, but still...), fed the dogs, filled out forms for Nate's middle school, and printed out school supply lists.

You think I can actually sit down to write now, or would that be asking for far too much?

Too much.

You must now cure pre-teen acne and make a key-lime pie.

I'm such a lightweight these days, 2 drinks puts me on my ass unless I have food with them.

I only had 3 after a not-very-big dinner (and long enough after that it probably counts as an empty stomach), and they were STRONG. Pre-baby I think I would have been okay, but 9 months of no alcohol followed by over a year of almost never going out...yeah. Buh-bye tolerance. Hel-LO to Little Miss Three Sips.

You must now cure pre-teen acne and make a key-lime pie.

Well shit. The key lime pie I can accomplish with my hands tied behind my back, but when I'm still dealing with the every 21 days breakouts at my age, there's just no freakin' hope for the pre-teens of the world.

when I'm still dealing with the every 21 days breakouts at my age, there's just no freakin' hope for the pre-teens of the world.

Me, too! Where's the fairness?! I swear, I broke out less when I *was* a teenager.

Happy very belated birthday, Aims! And all kinds of car~ma, too.

Also health~ma for brenda's dad. Wow, the universe needs to lay off brenda posthaste.

Update on my dad - nothing's broken, though he's done damage of some kind to the rotator cuff and is bruised and scraped and swelling like a mofo all over.

I suppose the fact that he called during a break from his bodhran drumming class is a good sign, though I expect it speaks more to his mental state than the physical. He's been looking forward to this class for weeks, so I'm glad he didn't put himself out of it, even if it means he's suffering for his art.

Thanks for all the good wishes!

I have to bitch about this somewhere, so it might as well be in Bitches.

So, though we think it's for the wrong reasons, we (me, G and HK) thought we should throw BFF a going away party. We discussed where and what day, and then G sent out the evites because she has everyone's email.

I'm not sure if this is coming from BFF or what, but there's a whole lot of "It's awesome that you're doing this for BFF, G!" As if the other two of us had nothing to do with it.

I'm even seeing G trying to correct people, like sending out an email saying that all three of us are coordinating a gift for the party that "the three of us" put together.

Not a huge deal, but it's irritating-particularly on a Monday when I'm PMSing.

Finally back in the office to 50+ emails RSVPing to the reception from hell. RSVPs were supposed to be in COB Friday. Plus, my mother pulled her usual thing of offering to pay for something and then not following through. I don't really mind, because it's something that I would have bought anyway, but its the principle.

Fact is that even if she'd had a driver's license, it would not have been a good idea for her to drive (between the percoset and the pain), so I would have had to drive her anyway. I wouldn't have been nearly so annoyed about it because I wouldn't have gotten up early to drive her to the grocery store.

t random I have to take these totally disgusting herbs 3 times a day (given to me by my acupuncturist). I mix them in a shot of water and gulp it down. They make me want to heave. t /random

Still don't want to work, so I figured I'd post the latest crap I bought.

• Really cute and flattering top: >[link]
• Super cozy (mine is navy and white striped): >[link]
• Nice and lightweight, purchased for our Keys trip (in gray): >[link]

I really need to stop buying clothes now.