The guy wouldn't leave until I'd given him a reason to write down on his clipboard.

Wha? I think my answer, at that point, would have been, "because it's none of your damn business." Or something angry like that.

So much ~ma to billytea, SuziQ, and Shir!

Adorable cut, meara.

Neti pots scare me, but I plug my nose in the shower too. Very sensitive nasal passages here.

I feel good about the Prop 8 court session. I know I live in a perpetual state of optimism but I keep envisioning the court smacking this thing down hard.

~ma all round for jobs and health and peace on earth while we are at it.

Sorry about the long awful ER visit, Hil. I've had 6 HIV tests (unless I forgot some). I refused the last one they asked for when I was pregnant with Bobby. Never again. I never really thought they would be positive, but they always had a stress element. The encouraging bone marrow treatment possibility may lead me to be tested for being a donor. Over 20 years ago the doctors suggested I might be immune. We'll see how the research stuff goes. I'll be watching.

DH got into Atlanta about midnight but I haven't heard from him this morning. He should be at the airport again already. I really hope he didn't sleep in.

Travel~ma for Laura's DH.

Justice~ma for Prop 8.

As for me, the throat, while still sore, is definitely down to a dull roar, more tender than painful - for which I am extremely thankful. Mostly, I'm just tired, so maybe I'll feed the felines then go back to bed.

much ~ma to BillyTea, SuziQ, and ongoing ~ma to Shir.

Newly 4-year-old Iris, on the topic of young Mal this morning:

"I want him to be my brother!"

us: "ok? Why?"

"So then we can see each other all the time!"

us: "sounds great - you can live down there and we can go out on dates and have lives and things. Why do you think he'd make a good brother?"

"Because he does what I tell him to."

us, stifling laughter: "oh?"

"yes! All the time! And he listens to me and I can help do things because he has all the great movies."

us: "ahhh. ha! That will be an interesting conversation between the two of you regarding ownership."

"and sometimes, when he's not listening to the adults or running away from everyone, I can help - like a big sister does. You can hear me say 'Mal, you should listen, because I listen and ... well? look how big I've grown. Because he's littler than me."

us: ... trying to make like crickets, but failing utterly. Gales of laughter. Gales.

As for me, the throat, while still sore, is definitely down to a dull roar

I think it was the medicinal properties of the mint chocolate shake. Repeat as needed.

Mal should totally listen to Iris.

OMG. Iris is to cute! Iris & Mal are definitely a OTP.

OMG. Iris is to cute! Iris & Mal are definitely a OTP.

TOTALLY.

Job-ma for billytea, and squish-ma for Prop 8.

Now here I am, putting the EYE into TMI:

So yesterday I was vaguely conscious of a sense of irritation in my left eye from the morning onwards, but it wasn't itchy exactly and mostly I was able to forget about it. It wasn't really a familiar sensation - I've had grit on my lens, or whatever, and it's hellish, but this wasn't painful it was just - it was sensation, really. Vague there's-something-in-my-eye-maybe-an-eyelash sensation.

Getting towards the end of the day I was more conscious of it, and asked one of the kids if he could see an eyelash on my eyeball, or anything (because who has time to duck out of teaching and go find a mirror? Plus - reports to photocopy, assessments to put onto server, books to mark etc etc in any non-contact time). He said nope. A bit later I bumped into a colleague and she said 'Oh, yeah, I see it - you've got a hair on the lens."

But there was no pain, and I was busy, so I just put it on a backburner for another half hour.

Come 2.35pm, all my kiddies are out the door and ushered to the gate, and I ducked into the loo next to my classroom. (It's the only time I've been in the boys' loo, I think, and I figured all the kids were gone so what the hell - and of course surprised a twelve year old boy who was, thank goodness, standing at the sink washing his hands. He was, bless him, shocked. I was all 'You should have gone home!' and he was all 'But I have after school club!' And I was all 'So you should be in the Canteen!' and he was all 'But it's a special club' and I was all 'SO GO TO THE CLUB, KID! GOODBYE!')

Aaanyway. So I lean forward to the mirror, and spot the source of irritation. And yes, it's a bit of hair, but it's not lying flat over the lens, it's sort of poking out of the whatchamacallit - the inner-corner bit. But I get hold of it and pull.

And pull.

And pull.

...and it's a four inch long hair, which I can feel sliding out from INSIDE MY EYE SOCKET. And it's a bit gloopy.

FOUR FUCKING INCHES. MINIMUM.

Honestly, it was like a magician's trick. A really barf-inducing one.

And being the generous-spirited soul I am, I had to share with you lucky people.

First off, Fay, urgh. I hope you flushed it out with saline or water, just to make sure it was all out.

Didn't really squick me out too much because I've had things done to my eyes that would make most people cringe.

Thing the second that has nothing to do with Fay's eye:

Were-dinos.

No, I'm not making that up and no, I haven't taken up drinking in the mornings (although I'm starting to wish I had). Apparently, in the hard copy issue of the same Romantic Times Booklover's that had Amy's fabulous review, they did a big roundup of the upcoming spring releases.

Were-dinos. A publisher actually bought were-dinos. And the readers of RT are apparently looking forward to it.

::bangs head repeatedly on keyboard::

Were-dinos

Buh... but... but the dinos already have the big teeth and the talons and the...

Do the were-dinos grow fur or something?