The dairy was a pretty fast onset and hard to miss, but with the bread...I dunno. I LOVE bread. It wasn't until fairly recently I figured out my need for pepcid is correlated to bread and pasta consumption.

(Sophia - it should be lying)

I call my father Papa but he's "my dad" if I'm describing him to someone else. My mother prefers Mama but sometimes I forget and call her Mom. If I'm feeling silly or childish I call her Mamica, which is a Moldovan thing I picked up. I do not call my father Taticu, the equivalent.

I call KBD Sweetie or Baby generally. He calls me Sweetie or Pretty Girl.

I used to call amyth my fannish life partner. That confused some people. Hell, who knows how many people have assumed we were dating over the years.

t raises hand I thought so at first.

Dana, don't know if you are authorized to reboot y9our Router at work. Cause sometimes shutting down router and broadband connection for five minutes then turning them on again will solve this kind of problem. Of course that assumes it is you cache, and not your service that is the problem. If the problem is on the ISP end this will clear the working DNS addresses, and close off your remaining internet access. Cure or kill so to speak. But if all that is let is this board and you are heading home ...

Incidentally if it is the DSN service then you could set one of the alternate public DNS servers out there. Could look them up from home before you go into work tomorrow. But maybe you have tech support at work and don't need to worry about this.

Dana, don't know if you are authorized to reboot y9our Router at work.

Ha ha, no. Big company. But thank you, IT did figure out something was wrong and sent out an e-mail. Hopefully it will be fixed tomorrow.

I thought so at first.

Hee. Mostly it was amusing, plus it gave me ample opportunity to say, "I'm gay but we don't gay." There are lots of gay people at our church and we always went together, so we got several dinner invites from gay couples until the word got around.

When I'm bored, I sometimes wonder what my coworkers assume my relationship status to be. I know I confused a few people with oblique comments about my vacation flings. A few have assumed I am married, oddly. I've disabused most of them, but I'm sure I missed a few. But we're a weird bunch, honestly.

OMG, I was going to say I can eat anything with no ill effects, but then I ate a second handfull of cookies. Blerg.

Yeah, cookies do me in too. I think it is the sugar. Being a grown up sucks.

Oh, I used to puke all the time as a kid from too much candy. At least now I don't puke!