There should totally be a Wookie PSA on the importance of pooping in a toilet.

wine. up. my. nose.

Absinthe very nearly all over the laptop.

There should totally be a Wookie PSA on the importance of pooping in a toilet.

Could be difficult as Owen explained to her, "Liv, wookies live in space."

MM and aims are entertaining.

Hil , good news about your proof , but I am officially po about your fun with doctors. Seriously, what's the deal? You are obviously not improving -- and everyday life is getting harder.

Happy birthday, Barb

and thanks for the Matilda report.

Bwah!

...it's not just my un-childed state that makes me find this abnormal, correct?

I am unchilded but that is amazingly uncool and I'd have probably said something polite but ... clear to the parents.

It's also why I chose to eat in the bar area of a restaurant today. Kids all over the restaurant and not allowed where mom and I happily ate our burgers.

I find it perfectly that people want to parent pretty much however they do (okay, no, I judge, but I do it quietly) and kids are going to throw fits but, no, when you are in public you try and quiet them down. You walk outside if you are in a restaurant and you at least pretend that you are doing something on a plane (I don't suggest stepping outside at that point.)

Matilda is awesome!

For some reason I thought of Ple when she threatened to attack my shoes and ice cream.

Also, props for you and JZ for not bursting out laughing at any of this....

Uh...yeah, we never laugh. (JZ's three states in Matilda's presence are: (1) frazzled, besieged exhaustion; (2) incessant amusement; (3) schmoopiness.)

I'm glad Liv is all over the Wookie poop issue. In Space!

Wow, it didn't take long for MM to exact revenge. I thought he'd be playing a long con.

(I don't suggest stepping outside at that point.)

Right, but sometimes you wish they would.

Seriously though, you have to make an effort. And on a plane especially, I think you need to exhibit an effort.

Right, but sometimes you wish they would.

There was once a really rude (waaaaay drunk and belligerent) guy on a plane arguing with a flight attendant. My dad suggested he step outside to cool off.

My dad is kinda Not That Guy. It was the equivalent of the one time I heard him say, "fuck." And my underage brother was throw in a Mexican jail to get that response.

If I was stuck that long on a plane with nothing to do, I'd be shrieking too.

For years, my doctors have been telling me that, if I lost weight, it would take pressure off my joints and my knees and ankles would hurt less.

I've lost 20 pounds since May. Those doctors were all liars.

Been there. It feels like many doctors would rather say, "It's your fault; suck it up." than to figure out how to deal with the problem now, at the patient's current weight, stress level or whatever.

And my underage brother was throw in a Mexican jail to get that response.

Percocet?