OMG. I'm toying with the idea of taking sewing or woodworking classes (need new creative pasttime) and I could take classes from Roy Freaking Underhill. [link]

Now, I'm not sure that I'm up for the full-on 1937 experience (no tape measures? for realz?) but it's tempting.

Oh, Daisy, what a travesty.

Me: Oh wait! Mitochondria, duh! Dude, congratulations!

Moral of the story: we live in an age where cloning oneself is not so much sci-fi anymore. When you're coming out pregnant, mind the details.

Heeeeee. That's pretty great.

DJ, that sounds horrible. I am so sorry.

He must have been livid. What a seriously shitty thing to do.

He actually handled it all pretty well. Reminded himself to breathe and rolled his eyes at her. At the end he wrapped it up well and thanked everyone for being there for the family.

When he, the godparents, and the principal spoke were the only things that weren't horrifying. And when he spoke was the only time Bob and I cried. (Technically I only cried because I saw Bob cry, and he NEVER cries-he really never attends funerals either).

No alternative memorial. Those of us who are friends of the father and his wife joined them at the bar where my husband works and had a mini memorial. Which reminds me, I need to find the picture of the kid, sweetfaced with green hair at one of the crawfish boils for my friend.

Good holy god, Daisy. I just don't even know how to respond to that.

In much better stuff: It seems my husband brought the dog into work with him. [link]

Bitches, I need your help. I need a mascara that will not smudge and I have yet to find one. I have long lashes and oily skin. My mascara usually ends up in a smudge under my eyes. I'd also like to pay less than $15 for a tube. Any suggestions?

DJ, I'm aghast at that. That's the kind of horrorshow I wouldn't buy in a movie as I'd think it too unrealistic.

I could take classes from Roy Freaking Underhill.

Holy crap, I didn't know he gave classes! He is on the Short List of People to Have Nearby in an Apocalypse.