Great hair, beth!

And yes, I'd love to give Datee a second chance. Even a third and a forth chance: this guy is worthy. But I'm afraid of misleading and hurting him, in case I still won't find him physically attractive afterward. (clarification: my definitions of attractiveness seems having almost nothing in common than the rest of the world).

So. I'm up, trying to wake up. Had a good night sleep and I'm having my last chametz breakfast (and I'm totally gonna need a reminder not to go automatically to the cornflakes tomorrow morning).

And, best news last: Lou stopped bleeding. He's wonderful as always, currently manning his position of "in the way" (he has the gift of sitting exactly in the way of you moving heavy furniture. He's amazing, that way).

And: owls!

Snow predicted here tomorrow. Just as we've moved onto what is laughingly misnamed 'British Summer Time'...

Heavy rain this morning, but it seems to be calming down. Guess that means I should get out from under my blankee on the couch and get to the office. Kids are on Spring Break so no early morning drive this week. Woo! I will have to do a lot of working from home so that we aren't party central though.

Ginger, I hope the finger is doing better this morning.

Ahhh! Ginger! I hope you're doing OK.

The finger was much less painful this morning than yesterday morning. I'm waiting for a call back to schedule having it put back together. Whitefont for the squeamish, which includes me: The wasn't enough skin left for them to stitch it up in the ER.

Putting the compression garment on my other arm was loads of fun, though.

I am really regretting my decision on Saturday to put off washing my hair.

I was supposed to go home for Easter, but obviously I haven't done anything towards that end.

I'm glad Lou is more himself today, Shir. Hearing about him makes me want to scritch Mr Peabody and give him an extra biscuit.

Ginger, I vote you go to a salon and have them do your hair. I hope your finger continues to feel better.

I'm glad Lou is more himself today, Shir. Hearing about him makes me want to scritch Mr Peabody and give him an extra biscuit.

Yes, this. Insert Sassafras where it says Mr Peabody, or not. I'd want to scritch him, too.

It is good to hear the pain is better. One of my customers is a hand surgeon and some of the pictures of his work is nothing short of amazing. When we were doing his charts the difference between my boys was evident. Bobby was all excited and pointing out the 'good' stuff. Brendon's one comment was to ask why anyone would ever want to look at pictures like that. I admit to being on Bobby's side. I'm fine with looking at the gore if it isn't me or a loved one.

Ginger, I vote you go to a salon and have them do your hair.

If you are up for that it is a great idea. Serves a practical purpose and gets you some deserved pampering.

As we're about 3-4 hours from this year's seder, I remembered an alternative seder I went to about 5 years ago, the night before the actual seder. Thought I might share it with you, as my desire to do anything but watching TV and eat seems to have left the building.

We were a bunch of TV fans friends, and we re-wrote the entire Haggadah into mostly sci-fi filks. We "blessed" upon glasses of coca cola and various snacks, accordingly.

I remember two piyyutim [link] we transformed into Buffy filks: One was Chad Gadya, [link] which became, under our loving hands, into Chad Darla. It told the story of who vamped who in the Buffyverse: hence, "One little goat, one little goat/Which my father bought for two zuzim" became "One Darla, One Darla/Which was very very ill".

The other one was this: [link] on which we told some of the story of Buffy: "When Buffy came forth out of Sunnydale, she went and changed her name to Anne/She worked as a waitress in a restaurant... People got old" is what I remember out of it.

I think we should meet and do it again. It was fun.

Glad to hear the pain is better, Ginger!

Thanks for all the brackets and attention for Louie, guys. He's mostly spending his time under the seder table in the living room in the past few hours, lurking and watching our preparations.

Meh. I might as well get dressed if I want a cup of coffee. AND I DO.