Debra Medina, the crazy lady who is running for Texas Governor, looks a lot like our Aimée, who is not crazy at all.

Oh I'm totally crazy, just in a nice way!! And she could totally be my evil sister!!

Said at work today: "I'm not old enough to be a cougar. Right now, I'm just slutty."

Whoa Tom, that's uncanny.

Aimee has an evil twin!

Burrell, I love Mercer Mayer! Hormone-induced crying fits aside, I think I'm going to hit the library before I buy anything. (Since any "prepare for LIFE EVENT" type books are going to have a limited shelf life.)

Randomness:

I totally just realized that my birthday this year will be 8-9-10.

Since any "prepare for LIFE EVENT" type books are going to have a limited shelf life.

Yes and no. I mean, yeah, but I am often surprised at how much nostalgia a young child has for infancy and toddlerhood. When Frances was first starting to read, she fixated for a while on her I'm A Big Sister book and read it night after night.

Omg, Aimee does have an evil twin! Wow. How weird.

I was afraid today would suck, since the rest of the week has, up to and including getting to Portland last night anddiscovering I booked a hotel twenty miles from where I wanted it to be. And today's site is really one of my worst. But NO! Traffic was fine getting here this morning, and while they didn't have everything done for me, it's been ok there. I'm a little stressy about other shit, but mostly that's just needing to get home and beeeeeeeee home for a few days. Clean. Do laundry. Make lists. So I'm begging the universe to please keep up the okayness.

Well, you can always cook some bacon and crumble it over the pasta.

I think this is splendid advice, and therefore went to TJs and got some bacon.

Bacon bacon bacon...IT'S BACON!!!

Bob tried to get bacon at the store before Snowverkill started ...uh...whatever day that was...and there was none! Fortunately I found some bacon lentil soup in the freezer today and had it for lunch. mmm bacon!

I managed to hold it together until I found one called I Used To Be The Baby

Awww. My ex-the-medical student was nicknamed "Babe" because she was the baby of the family and then her parents had a late child by accident, and she was afraid that she wouldn't get to be Babe anymore. (But they didn't make her relinquish her nickname and she was quite close with her little sister.)

Oy, my mother descends in T-7 hours. I've vacuumed, mopped, wiped, plus Lewis has been hanging even more art. We're finding pictures we forgot we had. I know I sound like a broken record, but I continue to be stunned over just how much we never moved into our last house in Jacksonville.

And when localistas come to visit, you're going to marvel at just how schizy our taste is.

Back from vet. Kitty is only 4.5 lbs, down from almost 7 at the beginning of December. She's anemic so they gave me a supplement for that. IBD, possible chronic pancreatitis, and quite possibly intestinal cancer. Sounds like she's going to another home, so I'm going to write up my opinions/advice (including WS' info on food) and hope whoever takes her is better prepared to care for her. I feel better having taken her to my vet, anyway.