I am a Very Good Granddaughter. My grandmother has been trying for ages to get me to have lunch with my uncle (the obnoxious one who I'm not sure about inviting to the wedding), so that he can meet The Girl. Today, we did so, and it was not so bad, particularly as my cousin and grandmother were there too. Also, given that it was not so bad, I may reconsider the wedding invitation thing. It would make my grandmother very happy.

Fay, regardless of the missing bits of the post, the project where your kids are writing exciting stories sounds fab!

Shir, being depressed over a life situation is not good. Is there any chance of you moving to a place on your own at some point? With crappy situations, I'm sure it must be better to see if you can resolve them rather than taking medication. Obviously if there's no way to do that, then that's different. I hope that things improve in some way, whether for you emotionally, or practically regarding housing.

smonster, how's the trapped nerve today? I can relate to fighting over seeing the world differently. The Girl and I have to work very hard on that one, especially when you factor in general communication difficulties. I hope that your discussion at least has some useful results in that area.

I approve of the turtles on his bib.

think also of the situation where your fictional husband whacks into some old granny in a crosswalk, and runs home, tells you and doesn't know what to do. The privilege allows him to come home and talk to you about it (it is assumed you will urge him to do the right thing) without having you later be the testimonial nail in his coffin

I guess I just don't see why I shouldn't be the nail in his coffin if I want to be. He did admit to doing it.

Oh, Jess!! Emeline's in the montessori kindergarten. There are 42 kinds in the class and they have co-teachers so instead of dividing them into Mrs. X's class and Ms. Y's class, they divided them into two anumal groups. The ducks and the turtles! Em is a turtle! She even wears a little turtle barrett and Debet crocheted her a little stuffed sea turtle. It reminds me of the baby sea turtle in Nemo.

Em is a turtle! She even wears a little turtle barrett and Debet crocheted her a little stuffed sea turtle. It reminds me of the baby sea turtle in Nemo.

Right on!

I approve of the turtles on his bib.

It is only right. And they are cute turtles. (He has another bib with just one big turtle.)

And now, it's the real really happy birthday, omnis! I allow you to kill anyone you won't like today. Isn't that a tradition in your state?

Have I mentioned how much I adore Shir?

It has never occurred to me before that some people might produce copious amounts of earwax. The thought of earhooks and ear lavage make me quiver. Don't shove Q-tips in there, either; aighh.

Shir:

And a question. Is it "everytime" or "every time"?

every time.

I cry really easily, too, smonster. Commercials can make me cry. I'd like to have someone around to pat me clumsily and say, don't cry. I'd like feeling like someone gives a shit if I'm crying, even if it's over nothing. (Not that no one does. Just, no one here who can pat me.)

Combining libraries: No. I've given considerable thought to the combining (or not) of finances, mindful of the horror of the last time I allowed someone else access to my bank accounts. The combining of libraries also resulted in the loss of a few books (including a first edition Kipling, woe). I'd be more likely to share a bed with someone than to share bank accounts or libraries. Or let them drive my car, either. In fact, I don't want to leave anyone alone with my cats. And really, I'm not too damn likely to be sharing a bed ever again either, just judging by the last few years. That there's some serious trust issues, yo. I should work on that. ... Or, just remain single. That's easier.

I guess I just don't see why I shouldn't be the nail in his coffin if I want to be. He did admit to doing it.

Note to self: don't ask ita to help bury the bodies.

don't ask ita to help bury the bodies.

Well, unless you married me, you couldn't have legally required me to keep the bodies a secret, and you've just pledged to remain single.

I think it should be my choice, not anyone else's. I am allowed to get a divorce, after all. I wonder--if I get an annulment, can I tell?

But if I ask you to help bury the body and we're not married, you're not gonna be *less* likely to tell. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just need to know these things.

I didn't pledge. I'm resigned.

Disclaimer: THERE ARE NO BODIES.

Happy Birthday, Omnis!!! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!