The good thing about ~ma is we don't ever run out. There's plenty for your Girl's father, for Steph's boy's mother, for sarameg's aunt, for anyone that needs it.

Lovely sentiment, and true.

And Steph, I can echo what everyone else has said about having a supportive partner when a parent is ill. Just your being there and being you makes all the difference.

Oh, Steph, i have so been there. In the days following Bob's major surgery I came home from the hospital at least twice to a completely shit covered kitchen floor and elderly dog. The second time I lost MY shit and called a friend in total hystrics about it. I love my animals but, sometimes, they just make things harder.

{{{Teppy}}}

It looks like we are going to Cape Cod next weekend to look at one possible elopement site and Vermont the following weekend to look at 2 more. Squee! Luckily Mom's time share is available to us next weekend, so we don't have to pay for hotels two weekends in a row.

So I innocently stumbled into recent Bitches posts.

And then. And then.

{{{Steph, Boy and Family}}}I'm so very sorry, Tep. ~ma to you, The Boy and his family, to Seska's father in law and to everyone else who needs it. You're all in my thoughts.

Shir, Happy Birthday!!! Are you doing anything special to celebrate?

Happy birthday Shir!

Happy birthday, Shir!

My mother made a flow chart of everything that needs to be done for my move to Pennsylvania. I am ridiculously amused. (She also sometimes makes flowcharts of cooking Thanksgiving dinner.)

I was in the boys situation with my dad. Pix was in yours. Trust me, everything you are doing means the world to him.

Damned allergies.

I'm at LAX, convinced it's the end times because I made it through security in five minutes. My throat's on fire and I'm trying not to talk, so Lewis doesn't even know I'm on my way home. Teppy, still thinking of you and the Boy and shaking my head over ridonk dogs and their (pun intended) crappy timing. Sorry you didn't have any bourbon.

Now, I just need to not hurl over the guy sitting next to me at the gate with the eau de forty-seven gallons of cologne.

Happy birthday, Shir!

My mother made a flow chart of everything that needs to be done for my move to Pennsylvania.

I love people who make flowcharts!

Lewis doesn't even know I'm on my way home.

Text him?

Now, I just need to not hurl over the guy sitting next to me at the gate with the eau de forty-seven gallons of cologne.

A heroic effort! I want to take out a series of PSA ads that say things like, "If you think cologne substitutes for deodorant, you are mistaken."