I think Liese is so brilliant that I have to quote this in its entirety.

We talk about what's freaking us out and and consuming us and obsessing us and interesting us. And then we talk about it again. And then other people talk about it, and then we talk about it more.

We're a community. It's what we do.

My love for Liese knows no bounds.

We went to an egg hunt today where I had to control myself from bopping parents and where I got sarcastic with a preschooler who snatched an egg Noah was bending over to pick up ("Thanks for sharing!")

As a remedy, we are having an at home egg hunt tomorrow.

My dog Fenris doesn't flop, he'll jump up on you, put both his front paws on your chest and then stare right into your eyes about an inch from your face. He's a little freak sometimes.

lisah!! Look at bon bon's link.... #36 is a diorama of the Charm City Rollers done in Peeps. AWESOME. Link again: [link]

What can I do for a toothache until I can see a dentist? All the teeth on my left lower jaw hurt really bad. If I brush my teeth, the pain goes away for half an hour, then comes back just as bad. I've never had anything like this.

Tom, if several teeth are hurting there's a good chance you've got a gum infection. I'd floss to see if you can find a particularly tender spot and then get as much antiseptic mouthwash in there and on it as you can until you can see a dentist. Of course, my advice is non-expert - but I've had a gum infection and the pain wasn't localized to one tooth. So.

I think your response was perfect, Kat.

As I told my stylist, just don't wear bunny ears and gold lamé boxers while you play easter bunny.

I think one of the reasons for my apologetic-ness is that right now, the house consumes me to the point where I am aware that I'm not really registering my friends' stuff. Or family. Or hell, other stuff I need to deal with in my own life. And given that I've been on the receiving end of that and not liked it (not here, elsewhere-life and even now there is an imbalance I'm not sure how to correct that's a long time running) I'm a little hyperaware, even as I do just that, be hyperfocused on me and mine.

It makes sense that you are hyperfocused because this is a Very Big and Important Thing. It's okay.

Yeah, but I'm still aware I'm a shittyass friend right now. Don't like. But not changing either.

I have a sleeping bag. I didn't know I had one. It's gotta be from the Africa trip in 2000. Huh.

I'm sure lisah'd put you up since you wouldn't be able to find a bed for all the boxes at my place!

Oh my gosh, of course!! And if she came the weekend of the 25th she could come to our very last show!

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lisah!! Look at bon bon's link.... #36 is a diorama of the Charm City Rollers done in Peeps. AWESOME.

Hilarious! I hadn't seen that!

Parents visiting, being tortured with phone videos of evil granmdmother. Having to listen to my parents detailing their wonderful visit to the grandmother who can't die a horrible death soon enough --harsh. She can't simply die soon enough, and it pisses me off that they're picking up her slack from the past thirty years. Sure, she's sad and lonely and her local son has given up on her, and that's shitty of him, but she's lived a life of shitting on the people around her. If she'd wanted people to stick with her as she's dying (which she's not) maybe she should have shit where she sleeps less. To have my parents detail the lovely visit they had, showing her photos of our home of the past thirty years, while all that I can hear in response to my last question of "why did you never visit us?" being "we didn't want to", and I'm thinking "you didn't want to see the home I grew up in then? Then you don't get to see it now, you cunt." Being old and lonely garners no sympathy from me. You reap what you sow, and it's pissing me off that my parents are turning the other cheek. You want people around you who love you as you get old and are dying? Treat the people around you decent. Simple fucking math. It makes me double sick that my parents are doing this for the inheritance, since uncle dickface can't bring himself to pick her up for Easter brunch because it's too out of the way (45 minutes).

I guess the good news is that dickface gets cut out of the will and my parents ass-kissing gets rewarded. I just want to be poor and for her to turn blue violently. What kind of grandparent travels the world but never sees the home her grandchild grew up in? Fuck her.

Happy pagan fertility holy day.