Good morning. I don't feel hung over but I'll have a big glass of OJ just in case. Thanks, WS.

We've been rewatching "Slings & Arrows" at our house so I can't think of pubic hair without also thinking of knitting needles.

When I was in second grade or thereabouts, I misread "pubic" as "public" and was confused as to why it was called "pubic hair" as it's generally not at all public.

Oh, ita. You lucky LUCKY bitch, to get unsolicited full-frontals from strangers. I envy you, I really do.

People are stupid. But not my stepson, who just spent 3 hours making a NASA launch pad from balsa wood and stickers. Yesterday, it was 3 hours making a Mario games level from stuffed animals, toys and objets de stuff.

In More Shit Kids Say That Makes Me Sound Like Worst Stepmom EVAH news:

"Erin's TOUGH when I fight her!" And "I can never get out of her ninja legs!" were highlights of his call to his mom last night.

(He likes to pounce on me, put pillows on my body and wallow. And, of course, thrust his feet in my face. My ninja legs corral the Stank Boy Feet away, and keep him from bouncing on my rib cage, but I LOOOOOVVVE the way I sound like a hittin' pedo. @@)

When I was in second grade or thereabouts, I misread "pubic" as "public"

There's a public parking lot near my parent's house that was missing the "L" in its sign the entire time I was growing up. It was so disappointing when they finally repaired it.

So that's what kept me from being creepy and asking for a picture. I'm just weird like that.

Ha! Yes. Just to be clear. I was being snarky. Not expecting pics of pubes, tyvm.

Speaking of wet men, ita, how would you feel about a Tom Hardy pic or two coming your way?

how would you feel about a Tom Hardy pic or two coming your way?

Very appreciative. But it should be noted I'm extremely behind updating the site, so it may be a while.

A physicians nonprofit I used to work for published an annual report designating one board member as being a Master of Pubic Health. Thankfully, he had a sense of humor.

Hope the drugs help with the vertigo, Jars!

"Erin's TOUGH when I fight her!"

Haha. He sounds like a fun kid.

Today I have a) been turned down for funding for my PhD*, b) had my broadband company deliver my replacement router to the wrong address for the THIRD time this week, and c) been preparing for a training session on disability and feminism. I'm surprisingly cheerful, considering.

The Girl is at work, despite the flu. I tried to persuade her to stay at home, but you really really can't tell a theatre director what to do.

*Not at all unexpected - I'm researching disability, in a fantastic but somewhat under-rated uni, and my grades were very good for my MA but only reasonable for my undergrad. So I was never going to be considered very sexy by the funding councils. ('Sexy' being the way my supervisor actually designates the projects in vogue with the funding councils. With a sarcastic tone. He's going to be so much fun to work with.)

Heh.

We have what I think are three dappled willow shrubs in our front garden. I had them shaped and tamed at the beginning of the summer but then we had RAIN!! and HEAT!! and the damn things have EXPLODED to the point that it's almost kind of hard to get up to our front door.

How this pertains is that I was giving directions to my friend who hadn't been to the new place yet and I said, "You'll know my house - it's the one with the untrimmed bush in front."

To which she immediately starting cracking up and said, "70's porno bush or Brazilian that needs to be redone bush?"