{{{Daisy & friends}}}}

Okay, I have bitten my nails down to sad little stumps and I want them to look presentable when we get videotaped on Monday for our Hammer Heads interview. I like them short--just to my fingertips--and I just basically want them to look like normal nails, nothing fancy. I had acrylics once before and they were okay but the tech really wanted to make them longer than I wanted. I have no idea what the difference between silk wrap or gel or acrylic is. What should I ask for when I make my reservation?

I used to more often, but I've been behind with Jon and Stephen lately.I can see both sides of that, not surprisingly. Because it's all SO upsetting, and Democrats/leftists spent so much time being the reasonable rational ones that got our butts kicked(and Keith remembers the eighties better than I do, naturally) and that, combined with KO's fairly operatic temperament(despite the preppie exterior) creates the drama. But it's not just that, because that's not really who I am, yet for ten dollars, I'd grab a Obama "defector" by the collar and yell "Don't you know how stupid you were being?" myself. Although Jon would be right to give me a hard time if I did that, but I really don't get the calculus for the non-tb minded Brown voter...you want more, so vote for the guy who promises you'll get less if he gets what he wants. What?!

Oh, God, {{{Daisy}}}

Daisy, my god, I'm so sorry. All possible peace and strength to his family.

Posted my previuos post before I read Daisy's news and now feel like a dope for being so dang shallow. I am so very sorry, DJ.

Because it deserves its own post, Birthday Felicitations to Windsparrow!

And Barb, I understand how you feel. I can't stop smiling.

Oh, Daisy. I'm so sorry. That's just awful.

Don't feel Dopey, Scrappy. (Hey look! Something vaguely smile-like). Much as I might like a "All About Heather Thread," this isn't it.

Thanks for the thoughts, guys. I'm a little stunned. I haven't had a chance to talk to my husband yet. I haven't talked to my friend either. I got the call from his wife, and then called his best friend (also a friend of ours). I don't want to call him because a) I already told Bob to tell him he's in our thoughts and to let us know if we can do anything (babysit the other 2 boys or whatever), so what's the point in making him talk to me when he probably just wants to be over at Bob's, mainlining vodka? b)Selfishly, I don't know if I can hear this man cry. He's one of those generally cheerful occasionally angry big burly teddy bear type people. I don't even know that I've ever heard him depressed or sad. I think it would make me really cry, which again. Not. What. He. Needs.

Daisy, that's horrible. Much strength to you.