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."

Barb, I don't know if you will get this, but if you need me to make any calls for you, to Louis or for a cab or shuttle, you can twitter me or email me and I will do it!

Traveling sick is misery.

Thank you, all!

Are you doing anything special to celebrate?

Yes. I'm rescheduling any celebration to mid September, when I'll actually have the time to celebrate. Plus, it'll be less hot. I hope.

Oh, but I had sushi for lunch. That was special.

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.

Good god, that would...er...make me lose my shit. As it were. Poor Teppy (and Lisa!). Eeesh.

I actually had a very nice evening--was supposed to have friends over, and was all worried when the one who was gung-ho and encouraging me to do it canceled, and thinking it might just be me, my sister, and her friend (who are visiting me), but then six other friends (well, four friends, and two people they brought, who were cool) eventually showed up, and it was good times, and we went through tons of liquor, and yay.

Erin, thanks sweetie, but I've got my car atthe airport, so I'm good there.

And luckily, I'm mostly tired and voiceless, so I'm reasonably okay to gt home on my own. As always, loving the 'fistas like damn and whoa.

Ok, dollface. Just hope you get home and tucked into a nice, cool bed with a soothing mug of tea. I send you one through the interpipes!

I'm just jumping in to relate this:

At work we get calls form all sorts of restaurants, and some have unique caller IDs.

I often get this one:

KY FRIED CHICKEN

I blame you people for me reading that as something other than "Kentucky"