P-C, I think if we tried real hard we could all put together a heart-warming story of a mother that badgered her son so much that they were never able to share a true relationship. UNTIL one day when she witnesses a GOOD relationship between a friend and her friend's son. And only then does she learn how to treat her son with respect and allow him to find his own happiness, so that he will want to share that happiness with her.

And they all lived happily ever after. The End.

Katie, (KAAYYYTEEE!) that's kind of the method I used to pack some of these boxes, that's what's making unpacking them hard. Stuff that was in the drawers in the dining room, and on the shelves in my office, and on my dresser all wound up sharing several boxes. Sorting them out is finicky and stressful. Especially when I found an envelope full of cards StE had drawn in crayon and printed in careful letters.

Then I gave myself a pedicure and almost doubled my time and speed on the treadmill, so. Not going out turned out okay, and I did get a little done and will go back to it for a while later on.

P-C, wow. Bless your mom's artlessly cunning heart, that could not possibly be more transparent if she'd etched it on glass, sealed it in a glass envelope and had it delivered by a flock of glass passenger pigeons.

I don't think that sadness/regret would be the response. I am guessing the child might be angry at the parent for wasting all of the time by not understanding that kids grow up

I'd still like to know what terrorist act it's possible to carry out with four ounces of liquid but impossible with three ounces.

Bad home dye jobs.

a heart-warming story of a mother that badgered her son so much that they were never able to share a true relationship. UNTIL one day when she witnesses a GOOD relationship between a friend and her friend's son. And only then does she learn how to treat her son with respect and allow him to find his own happiness, so that he will want to share that happiness with her.

Nicole is the best. The end.

P-C, wow. Bless your mom's artlessly cunning heart, that could not possibly be more transparent if she'd etched it on glass, sealed it in a glass envelope and had it delivered by a flock of glass passenger pigeons.

I was first in the list of names! And then there were a few others before my brother and sister appeared.

You know maybe the amulet really is magic. As long as it is not in your possession your Mother's guilt trips don't work any more.

There is a slightly amusing thing to note about bad juju Thursday: I was considering going to the io9 meet-up on Thursday in hopes of running into the cute girl from the xkcd party who totally flaked out on me, but I decided I didn't need the potential awkwardness in my life right now, despite the small possibility that things could go well. Turns out she was, in fact, there. And she's still cute. And not calling me.

a heart-warming story of a mother that badgered her son so much that they were never able to share a true relationship. UNTIL one day when she witnesses a GOOD relationship between a friend and her friend's son. And only then does she learn how to treat her son with respect and allow him to find his own happiness, so that he will want to share that happiness with her.

All I can think of is Princess Leia saying to Grand Moff Tarkin, "The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers." But I don't think P-C's mom would really get that.

I'm watching Carousel on TV. I swear, this movie gets more disturbing every time I see it. Or maybe I've just got enough time between viewings that I forget some of the more disturbing parts.