Thank you for the birthday wishes. I had a FANTASTIC weekend and need to do an lj write up. Am exhausted though.

I have skimmed and caught up here - now on to bitches.

I should note, that something like 4 cats (one fully grown and savvy) in a month. They spent half of a year and only caught 2 (the first died of a congenital heart condition and my parents nearly quit, the second was successful to the point she sleeps on mom's head so they kept going.) So getting most if not all of the kittens AND Garfunkle ("their" outside tom) is rather amazing. It's as if the cats gave up and realized the trap lead to better things because they distrusted that thing so much for so long and it did no harm. Now it is disappearing their colony and they venture in anyway.

Today was really just much longer than it needed to be, especially since it's already subsumed a large chunk of tomorrow.

I've never been stung by a bee, either.

I love looking foward to a presidential press conference is a nice change of pace.

My high school journalism teacher just friended me on Facebook. Am freaked but I must friend her back because I admire her and she shaped so much of my writing style and educational outlook.

Why does that weird you out, Cashmere?

Is it weird that I'm not freaked out by anyone who has friended me on facebook? I don't really care who reads it. Incidentally, anyone who wants to be my friend, I am here: [link]

I could be linking that totally wrong.

I have been stung by a bee exactly once. It was unpleasant.

Incidentally, I wonder how many bee stings happened on the set of Pushing Daisies, and if that's the real reason the show got canceled.

Why does that weird you out, Cashmere?

Probably because she is a prim and proper Morman and my online personality is a tad more...salty. That and I had sex with her teenage son (which, I'm hoping she doesn't know).

I knew my past would catch up with me.

That and I had sex with her teenage son

Oh, that. Yeah, that would weird me out. But my attitude might not be the best.

I was stung in the foot twice one summer and the doctor told my mother that one more could kill me. Apparently the venom is worse that a rattle snakes and can stay in your body if you are sensitive to it and it can build up or lower your resistance to it or something.

I was a little unclear on the details as I was about 8 at the time and all I knew was that my instep swelled so much that it was domed outward as much as it should have been arched inward.

I haven't been stung since, but I have always wondered if I am still under a death sentence.

Probably because she is a prim and proper Morman and my online personality is a tad more...salty. That and I had sex with her teenage son (which, I'm hoping she doesn't know).

Ahh. That's different.