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).

@@. That's so weird to me because I know *I* would be so paranoid about fitting in and people liking my baby and so on.

ION, a coyote just sauntered down our street.

Has anyone heard from Kate P? I hope she's not having to deal with flooding. Nashville is really a mess.

Ooo. I'll call or text her now and report back.

Sparky, that lady is so @@-provoking. I hope it's just some weird manifestation of nerves and that she chills out.

This weekend I made the mistake of reading the comments when I first saw the story about the attempted NYC car bomb. It's depressing to see the accusations flying before anyone knew anything. Right-wing domestic terrorist, left-wing eco-terrorist, Islamic extremist: there are very few cool heads in the comment threads.

I have the day off and Tino is still working his fuckery. A landscape company was supposed to deliver an order of soil this AM, and they just called ( before noon) to say they are running behind. I have people coming over for dinner so I really can't wait around all day.

In the meantime, I thought I'd mow the lawn...except my mower is dead. It's the first time I've tried to use it this spring. It's only three years old and I've already had to have the motor replace once. Grr.

I'm worried about Nashville.

Most Buffista scar: on arm, from tequila. Specifically, from climbing up on a 10-foot-tall rickety homemade wooden fort while drunk on tequila, and then falling through it. A couple scars from overexcited cats. Weird-looking little scar on inside left wrist, from getting stabbed with a broken shard of glass when I was five and then stitches. Indented chicken pox scar above right eyebrow, another keloid scar on left shoulder. Faint scar right at the corner of my right eye from falling face-first into the dashboard when I was two. (No carseats back then.) Broken collarbone from stepping off the porch, age three. Broken arm from being thrown by a frightened horse, age 13. Arm bent entirely in half. Re-broken when some little bastard pushed me down the stairs at school and I landed on the cast. The bone itself is bent slightly, now. I guess that counts as a scar. Two keloid scars the size of pencil erasers, inside right upper arm, from completely unnecessary biopsies. (Stupid doctor.) Two scars, leg and ankle, from bug bites that got infected. Two scars on each foot, from surgery.

I have never had an injury, Buffista-ish or otherwise.

Yuh-huh. I have never been drunk.

Dhow injury

I swear I thought you meant the elves.

Guess who's metalshop teacher forgot to give the safety talk about using pliers to hold pieces of metal against the grinding wheel?

That one gets my vote for HSQ.

This weekend I made the mistake of reading the comments when I first saw the story about the attempted NYC car bomb. It's depressing to see the accusations flying before anyone knew anything.

Did you hear that Limbaugh is theorizing that the Gulf Coast oil refinery explosion may have been caused by "wacko environmentalist"?

It a way, it's genius by Limbaugh. This is what he does - he takes an event that might cause cognitive dissonance amongst the ditto-heads ("wow, there's a downside to drilling for oil in the Gulf!?!") and neatly blames it on liberals, thus relieving any cognitive dissonance the listener might have had. See, everything bad that's ever happened was really liberals' fault, so no need to worry your pretty conservative head.....

I have to say, whenever I see "dhow" I think "dhows. (ows.)" which I think was in a long-ago sarameg tagline.

Damn you, Tino. Just...damn you.

Did you hear that Limbaugh is theorizing that the Gulf Coast oil refinery explosion may have been caused by "wacko environmentalist"?

No surprise there. I suppose Greenpeace must have used it's deep sea diving submarine to sabotage the failsafe valve 5,000 feet down. Good business sense for Limbaugh though.

My favorite scar is the one on my chin -- my mom's ring snagged on a chicken pox scab and tore it off too early. Other than that it's surgical scars (C-section and gall bladder).

Buffista-worthy injuries might include: dropping a phone on my foot and breaking my little toe, and burning my upper arm with the cigarette in my mouth (not while drunk, sadly). Oh, and the freezer door once swung back and gave me a spectacular black eye.