See, a deadline makes it hard.

We had a deadline/school issue with CJ. A postcard from Mickey Mouse encouraging him seemed to be the last push he needed (one of his day care gals had been down at Disney and got the idea). And yes, he had heard this story and thinks it is kinda cute, so hopefully he is ok with me sharing.

OK, my left hand is a mess. Fan injury from last week: 2 bandaids still cause they were kinda deep and flappy. Scuffed knuckle from I don't know how, still healing. And I just slammed it into the armrest whirling to catch a falling tissue box.

Why I seem to single out certain body parts for torment, I don't know. While back, it was my right leg, sporting all sorts of bruises, charley horses in the pool and bent my toe wrong.

I think the thing is that Emmett knows *we* all know him. And if I were him, I wouldn't be happy that got shared at all.

I am glad someone said something. The MOT (I think that;s what JZ came up with for her?), who I admit has no sense of boundaries whatsoever, mentioned my first period in the yearly Christmas letter. She thought she was sharing something about *her* experience being a mother, I guess. But everyone else was mortified on my behalf. I would be terrified if I had come of age in the era of the internet.

I don't think any of his schoolmates lurk here.

This is so not what I was trying to say.

Anyway, it wasn't that late, completely normative and in preschool. Just noting that boys tend to sort it out later than girls.

And neither was this, actually.

eta:

She thought she was sharing something about *her* experience being a mother, I guess.

And not, say, something you potentially didn't want shared publicly? This. This is much closer to what I was trying to get across.

I've talked stopped talking about it. If you all stop talking about it then maybe the subject will be dropped.

But in Buffistaville is anything ever dropped.

Someone puts the smackdown on Liz Lemon.

I need to get the first season of 30 Rock.

Since I have Amy here, I can commence browsing. Want: [link]

What is cis?

What is cis?

Roughly a sense of rightness between your sense of gender and your biological sex.