The test would be Neil Diamond. Pimp his music to her. "Solitary Man" rocks.

Indeed, it does. Neil is Da Man.

I am going to get the most puzzled phone call when she gets out of the water board meeting and reads her texts... And I'm blaming Tep.

And I'm blaming Tep.

Woot!

I am having a banana protein frappucino (they ran out of the strawberry stuff) and stress for dinner. Though not as much as msbelle, eeep. My flight is delayed, I have a ton to do I can only do at home, I have an early flight again tomorrow, and I found out I have to go to Hawaii on Monday. Which I'd be all for, except I'll get there at noon Monday and leave at 9am Tuesday. Wheeee.

Cashmere, I think your comment should be printed on a million t-shirts, which should replace every top in every teabagger's wardrobe. They can go outside naked or historically accurate.

Good lord, Barb. Total esthetician fail. What makes people think they should go off on rants about "them," especially to random strangers?

Oh, and go cashmere go! And if they want to fight taxation without representation, DC is still working on that one. Oddly, the Republicans are not so interested in that...

I particularly love the bit where I call them on it and they're all, "Oh, but I didn't mean people like you!" or "Well, I don't think of you like that." Right. I'm one of the good docile minorities. Friendly. Helpful.

Yes, I have this tshirt -- Acceptably Black Clean, non-threatening, well spoken

I'm not sure why someone would try that around Vortex. Seems very self-destructive.

I know, it surprises me, too.

msbelle, I'm so sorry. I did track down my friend and will let you know the best way to get in touch with her soonish.

Being stoned I finally yelled at my dad on the phone as he investigated every angle and detailed it to me instead of doing the search on google like I'd asked him to. I don't do it often, but this time he actually hustled his ass to the task instead of telling me I was being rude. God that makes me scared.

This morning driving to work I almost had a crying jag thinking "what if Mom dies and we never get to do the things we'd planned together" (I've been doing this since I was fifteen, imagining my parent's deaths and freaking myself out). She calls me this afternoon to tell me she's having Dad take her to the emergency room. They're keeping her overnight. Not helping. Dad helped, though, by calling me repeatedly with no new news (she's fine), and annoying the shit out of me.

So far, side effects are depression, 12y/o sense of humour (something to do with a blower leading to uncontrollable giggles), grogginess, and intense apathy.

Sparky - thanks. I am meeting with one potential psychiatrist tomorrow. A second referral I called tonight, but he doesn't actually work with kids, not sure how that got missed.