I loved my Roomba for two solid years until it turned into Dylan's plaything, which killed two batteries dead dead dead. ( He likes to sit in front of it and just press the buttons, which apparently is really bad for it.) So today I bought a normal vacuum to replace it, which cost less than a third Roomba battery. Sigh. I miss my robot.

Jessica is me, only replace "Dylan's plaything" with "kitty's urinal." Yeah. The cat peed on the Roomba and killed it ded like a ded thing. I miss Bender.

Kristin, what twitter app do you use on the iphone?

I think it's called Twitterific?

We got our tree. They didn't have the size we wanted so they cut it down. But there was a large-ish gap between the low branches and next level so it's a somewhat misshapen tree.

Emmett has lectured me at least three times already about how Christmas isn't about the perfect tree.

Matilda was very excited to get the tree. She danced around in front of it yelling: "Party, party, party! 'Tilda Party!" as we carried it home. Then she looked very serious and held on to a branch to help us. Then she got bored and zigged and zagged in front of me in a clear attempt to cause a trip-and-fall. Ultimately Emmett picked her up and she rode on the tree the last half block home. This pleased her greatly and amused the guy in the car at the corner.

There's a strand of purple lights in the tree that JZ will clearly need to rejigger when she gets home. We're going to need a high-waisted skirt for this tree.

Thanks

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My roomba is great, except when it gets suicidal and jams itself under the futon. It's kind of obsessed with doing that.

My nephew T LOVES the tree. My brother says he stands in front of it and starts just shrieking with delight and doing the overwhelmed-too-much-joy body shimmy. I definitely heard the first part of that when on the phone. Brother is thinking he may end up staying in 'bama. He's got a good offer there. But he's not totally sure yet.

It's funny to me how blond I was when I was little. My dad's sister looks very much like her mother did. And you can see Pomps in my brother very easily.

Anyone who feels they've gotten a substandard tree should pause to consider my father [link] and I think you'll find you're doing okay.

I use Twitterific. Or, well, I have it installed. In the event I ever remember I have a Twitter account.

I just found out via my neighborhood Yahoo group that my subway station bathroom is apparently a known cruising spot for gay sex. Really guys? 'Cause I guarantee you there are better options on the F line for anonymous gay sex than a subway bathroom in Brooklyn.