Yeah...she's made an appointment with her surgeon, who, just happens to be the one all the nurses want their moms treated by. It was totally the luck of the draw. I always meant to write him a letter but I never knew what to say. Maybe this time, I will go with "You saved my world. A lot." JZ, when my stepdad flipped out and had his...interface with the penal experience and all, he was in group with a retarded woman who tried to commit suicide by jumping from a one-story building.She saved that story for me cause she knew I'd appreciate it. I think there is a hell of a metaphor for the human condition in it, in addition to a sick laugh.ETA; My mom *is* afraid of clowns, but the clown-car thing is more about her belief that she'll die doing something klutzy or stupid as she's survived a number of things that might have taken her out more "logically", including cancer and two difficult births.

Lots of ~ma your mom's way, erika.

Thanks...I'll bet she'll be fine if she doesn't go out dressed as a peanut.(/Chuckles)

I need this: [link]

And a pair of red, patent leather, ankle strap platform heels and a matching clutch.

Toddlerspam - new bed + new books make Dylan a happy boy: [link]

Aims, you definitely need that dress. And a martini.

Toddlerspam - new bed + new books make Dylan a happy boy:

Aww.

I'm having this really weird sensation where I'm just suddenly really aware that I'm wearing glasses. It's almost like I'm feeling claustrophobic, like as if there were an actual wall there instead of just my glasses. I thought maybe the issue was that the lenses were grimy, but I cleaned them and it still feels all wrong. I've been wearing glasses for 20 years now, and can't remember ever getting like this from them.

Aims, you definitely need that dress. And a martini.

Also, Joan needs it.

Heh. Every single thing you write about your mom makes me like her more.

Having met her, I can testify to her awesomeness. Lots of ma, erika.

I am digging that dress, Aims. I can totally see you rocking it.

Cutie Dylan! And Jess, your hair has gotten so long!

I made it to KBD's through spitting sleet. No assholes on the road, which was nice.

What, no assholes? No one in a 4x4 trying to go normal freeway speeds? Inconceivable!

I'm glad you made it!

I set out in sleet one time and regretted it when it turned to an ice storm. My car looked glazed when I finally got off the road.

On the other hand? Some winters when it's completely iced over and no travel is advised, it seems like they could just declare "If you can comprehend this alert, stay off the road."

Sure, there would be a few innocents, but the vast majority would be asses and drunk drivers, so hey.

On yet another hand, one time, about 1996 I believe, I made it 30 miles to work on a freeway that was covered in 1/2 inch of ice. I was the only one who made it to work.

I can make no claim to sound judgment there.