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!!!

But he really doesn't get it and frequently ends up patting me clumsily and saying "Don't cry."

Now I totally see the two of you as Spike and Buffy on Buffy's back porch and Spike reaching out awkwardly to clump, clump, clump on your shoulder, both of you wearing expressions of utter bafflement.

Earwax: Mine is really, really minimal, but it didn't seem to help my single status any for many, many years, and I'm fairly sure it was not a major factor in Hec asking me to marry him.

Happy birthday, omnis! I wish you both guilt-free killing ability and a birthday totally free of people annoying enough to need killing.

And continuing hugs and best outcome and wisdom~ma to Shir, and yay for getting to stay with the awesome relative. Who, wow. I read your first post about her and was loving on her awesomeness, but somehow missed that you and she are related. Extra goodness!

ION, bleah. I am sick enough to need to stay home (wet, rattly, productive cough that is scaring the shit out of everyone in my division) but, other than the cough, I don't feel sick. I want to be out doing stuff and being productive (and maybe seeing Scola at lunch) but I'm probably leaking all sorts of germs and should stay put, alone, no matter how I feel. I'd really rather be genuinely crapped-out and spend the day sleeping than feeling caged and restless and coughing up a lung but otherwise pretty fine.

Thanks, Seska, but I feel better.

I'm finally coming to terms that there's absolutely nothing I can do about it that won't make the situation worse. So I really shouldn't take it so hard.

Have I mentioned how much I adore Shir?

::despite the staring at Delurking, now snuggles Zenkitty::

And thank you for the answer! I was sure it's one word, for some reason.

JZ, feel better~ma.