Love the husbands and husbands kid. The husband who leans in (at leas I'm assuming he's a husband) looks JUST like a friend of mine, who's wife I must now send this to. Well, and to him. SECRET LIFE!!

I'm going to pretty up and go sing karaoke now. I love my new town. Except for the part where I haven't made plans with lisah and sarameg yet. But now that it's getting warmer and there aren't mountains of snow everywhere...

Any song suggestions? I always draw blanks when I get there.

I like to do "Love Is A Battlefield," but that's me.

So I'm watching the local news analysis show, and these two guys are trying to explain Chat Roulette to the middle-aged female host, and how 5-8% nasty isn't actually that high a percentage for the internet. Hilarious.

Earlier this afternoon, I wondered why I don't just listen to a lot of Prince while I work. Or "work." It turns out the answer is, because I literally stop doing anything else to sing along with most of the songs. Oops.

Hee! That is indeed the hazard.

Chicagoistas, don't try going north on the red line.

I was a middle-aged woman who didn't know what chat roulette was until a few minutes ago. The article I hit upon said they saw 11 penises in 30 minutes. 5-8% nasty is very good.

They said it varied by time of day -- she was saying the reporter who went on it got peen on his third hit.

I'm a big fan of I Will Survive. it's a feel good song, and even if you're not a great singer, people are with you on it.

The whole idea makes me clutch my pearls.

eta: err, of chat roulette and singing karaoke both. Though I get why people do the latter, ita no sing.

Well, it looks like my long personal nightmare is over. My sister paid the final bills on my Dad's trust today and I should have the money wired to my account tomorrow.

It looks like it's a few thousand more than I estimated. In any case, it is enough to pay off my grad school loans with a little to spare. And now, I'm no longer at the mercy of my sister's let's-keep-the-majority-in-one-tech-stock plan.