I'll admit, I'm a packrat, but I'm an organized packrat at least.

That is what I'm aspiring to be. An organized packrat.

Oooh, IKEA has chests of drawers in pink ...

None of my scars are surgical!

You need to get into more fights with doctors. Like, you walk into a bar and call out, "Is there a doctor in the house", and then one stands up, so you walk over and BAM! And then he goes for his scalpel and it's on!

That's what you need to do.

Huh, I have a C-section scar, and two on my left hand - one from surgery and one from trying to catch a coffee cup and having it break.

Remember that nanny share person who was driving me up a tree? She starts today, and emailed that she thought she wouldn't participate in helping to wash toys just yet since her little fellow really doesn't play with them much (he's three months, so she's not wrong).

I wrote her back in the nicest way possible that I'd really prefer it if she did participate, since I wasn't billing her for his portion of the heat/AC, the space in the freezer she asked for or the extra hour the nanny was there, etc.

Almost all my scars are abdominal - three from kidney/bladder surgery when I was 8, one appendectomy, and one c-section.

Yesterday was the first time I'd ever had stitches from an injury. Odd.

It is raining like a hurricane here. Poor students with exams! It is surely even less fun to take an exam while wet. (Yes, it is raining such that everyone, no matter how practically clad, is wet.)

It is surely even less fun to take an exam while wet.

When the sun is shining & it's lovely out I always think that's the worse time to have an exam.

There's just never a good time. And now I feel sorry for all the professors who have to grade them, too. (Signed, will never get over the semester when her class had 150 students.)

Man, I saw a woman SOAKED on the subway platform and I felt bad, but it's been raining since the middle of the night. How do you not grab an umbrella or trashbag or something. drippy pants stuck to my body is heeby jeeby dance inducing, hate.

Boss is out all week and I plan to take the opportunity to plow through papers and start typing up procedures for the work I do. Fingers crossed for a productive first day.

Good luck with that, Sparky.

I hit a tree with my chair when I was twelve and I have a provocative bit of a road rash scar on my left wrist. It's so symnetrical that it has been mistaken for wrist surgery, and quite frankly, either self-mutilation or a suicide attempt, to which I can only say "Dark-humored people have accidents too."

Good Luck Sparky!

My sinus are being tingly, and not in the good wasabi way.