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.

I think it's a universal truism that we adore Shir. Just because of her complete fabulousness.

I'm sorry, smonster.

Cutiehead baby + turtles = win!

So I started running yesterday, for the first time in a year. It went about as well as I expected (walk, run, walk, run, walk walk, run, walk walk walk, run . . . ). This morning I'm all stiff and a bit sore, also as I expected. But expectations and feeling it are two different things. I have a dim memory of running becoming enjoyable after a while. It's been over a year since I ran regularly, though, so dim = 1 LED bulb in the back of a storage closet that I never visit. It does get fun again, right? Right?

No, that's why you had kids, JZ. fancy dress=costumes/masquerade, right? because when I came across it as a kid I just pictured really dressed-up folk till Hyacinth Bucket. And I still have "Sixty Minute Man" as an earworm. Could be worse, but it's Keith Olbermann's fault.

I still have "Sixty Minute Man" as an earworm.

I unreservedly ADORE that song. Billy Ward and the Dominoes.

Yeah, I can live with Bitches tellin' me they love me.

And just wait until you'll see me in person, 'babies.

::Snuggles the entire thread, declaring this HAS to be good day at Bitches::