Also, I wouldn't worry too much about overdosing - one night of lots of ibuprofen and a bit of whiskey probably won't kill you.

Just don't do that with Tylenol. (A high school classmate nearly needed a liver transplant after a night of too much alcohol leading to a massive headache which he tried to cure with way too much Tylenol.)

Seven years, two continents, four house moves, two kids, a stint in the army, and two jobs later, they called and asked us to dinner. All was forgiven, on both sides, and they have never failed in their love and support from that moment.

I know of this happening a number of times. My Irish Catholic cousin married a Jewish man and his family totally disowned him. Many years later he had finished college, they had children, and she had converted to Judaism, all without contact with his family. Now they are reunited and extremely close.

Parents usually think they know what is best for their kids, and sometimes they do. Then there are the times when parents actually acknowledge that their children did a good job of running their own lives. It happens!

Tooth~ma for Typo. I hope you were able to find some relief. Booze has helped my toothaches.

Your dream sounds more fun than mine, Hil. I've been doing my work in my dreams lately. It totally sucks.

Up with toothache.

Ouch! If there's any delay in seeing the dentist, you might want to get some oil of cloves at the drugstore. (It's a local anesthetic.)

Heh. I'm gonna inform now the Israeli police (with the advice of my boss at the Department of Justice) about the assult.

This gonna hit the high windows. Another friend of mine volunteered in an MPK office, and she's gonna send him a copy.

Hello, political action.

Good luck, Shir.

Also my dad yelled at me for using metaphors just because I was a high and mighty English major.

"In this household, we do not use: metaphor, allegory, simile...and, so help me God, if you even *approach* symbolism, you will get the back of my hand!"

Seriously, P-C, you rock. It's rough, but don't back down. You know...like Tom Petty.

My parent-related marriage drama was about the actual wedding. Long story short, Mom tried to bring the drama and said something like "Maybe I shouldn't come to the wedding" to which I responded "Okay." Then there was a (virtual) staring contest. If it weren't for Aims, my Mom wouldn't have been at my wedding. And, to this day...I would have been fine with that. But I know not everybody can walk away from family so easily.

"Lisa! In this house we obey the laws of thermodynamics!"

t /Homer

It has been an hour since I took two shots of whiskey. Since I can get tipsy on half a glass of wine, presumably I'm drunk. But still in pain. Don't feel drunk, but if you are not used to being drunk you probably can't judge that.

In my experience, Typo, booze does not so much *lessen* pain as it makes you *not give a shit that you are still in pain.*

Oh, Typo Boy. I'm sorry you're going through this.