I'm going to tell a story about the best divorce party ever, because there was no split. A woman I knew in Texas was living with a guy, and she had an asshole ex who went to a judge and court saying she was a bad influence on their son because she was living in sin without benefit of marriage, and the kid knew and what kind of influence was that. Now the ruling may or may not have been legal, but for that to be significant you need money for a lawyer. So the solution she and her sweetie chose was marriage.
And eventually the kid turned `18, at which point he could stay with whichever parent he damn well chose, and that parent was not going to be asshole biofather. Diane and her sweetie had no more need to be married and they had never wanted to be married. So they got a divorce and held a big divorce party to celebrate. And they were not going to stop living together, because they were each other's loves and intended to live together forever. They just did not want to be married. So it was a divorce, but not a breakup.
And I always found it kind of adorable though there has to be a bit of bitter in it for gay people who want to get married and aren't allowed to out to "preserve the institution" of marriage. Cause het people just respect it so much.
Congrats to Callaluna and DH!
Congrats to Callaluna, DH, and baby girl!
Is that two buffista weddings this weekend?
Congratulations, Callaluna!
IOcatN, you know, it does not seem fair to me. Harvey chases his tail, catches, occasionally bites it. Me? I gently wave his tail in front of his face, and he hautily pulls it out of my grasp and pointedly wraps it around him, like a properly starchy butler wrapping himself in aplomb. This cat jumps on my lap when I'm using the toilet, and I never jump on him when he's in the litter box. All I ask is to be able mess with his tail, and no! he won't let me.
Is that two buffista weddings this weekend?
Two weddings, an engagement, at least one anniversary... who needs Valentine's Day anyway?
Different thing entirely.
I didn't say you'd actually be to blame, just that I would.
But the makeup brush thing is from you, I realize. Since this means I have many new eye shadows from Aromaleigh, I am entirely okay with it. Does remind me I need a couple new brushes though.
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it's so quiet in here. Kinda spooooky. Is this to give lurkers a chance to catch up in Bitches?
It's quiet.
Too
quiet.
(And qualified, contingent, lots of may-it-all-work-out~ma-filled congratulations, omnis!)
I'm meeting with my advisor tomorrow. Kind of dreading it. But at least I do have a plan for what to do if he hasn't read the paper yet.
Also, I just realized I missed the deadline for a travel grant I was going to apply for. Oops. Still going to SF, just going to have to pay for a bit more of it myself.
Okay then, random recent conversations with Matilda concerning robots.
1)
Matilda: Daddy, I want you to buy a dog!
Me: You and Emmett.
Matilda: I want a robot dog. And a robot cat. They're friends.
2)
"When I was a baby I came out of Mommy's belly. And I bit the robot hand. I bit it and chewed if off."
[I immediately went to an Invader Zim place of "I love you cold unfeeling robot arm!" but she was actually referring to her mutilation of JZ's Calculon figure from Futurama. Which happened several years after her birth.]
