Titscrepancy!

Titscrepancy!

We do have to make sure this makes it into the vernacular.

I'm pretty sure it was coined, or at least popularized, by the Project Rungay guys.

She mentioned scaring Liv by showing her E's hair tomorrow

This is the point where I would start coaching Liv to say "But it's SO MUCH PRETTIER now!" if Crazy!Mom should attempt this.

10 former child stars you'd sleep with today (they are all of age now, though I'd still feel squicky over a few.)

I don't think I'd sleep with any of them, but Lacy Chabert and Anna Paquin did grow up hot.

That does sound like the kind of thing where I can see where the mom might still be flipping out, but she should stop talking about it to you.

Yeah, I could see her kvetching about it to someone--everyone if she likes but making me feel more badly about it--can't happen.

W. T. F?! Yeah, what's the point of scaring Liv? What good will that do?

EXACTLY! I honestly think that she needs to see Liv cry or something.

Okay, the line into unreasonably crazy has officially been crossed with this woman.

Yeah. DH wants me to cut them loose. Which is harder to do in a small town but I have no problem discreetly distancing ourselves.

I could see her continuing to be upset if I was blase about it. But I'm not. I'm upset. Olivia is remorseful and I'm making reparations. If I just blew her off, I could see her continuing to bombard me with the crazy.

4 status-checking calls to the pharmacy, 2 emails to the doctor's assistant, and 1 day later, apparently my prescription is filled. Here's hoping I can put a dent in this pain tonight.

I hope you can, ita.

DAMN, the About a Boy boy grew up to be gorgeous. Wow.

Aw man. The other night in the locker room, one woman I see all the time was talking about a friend of hers from MICA who ran an arts center outside of PauP, how she had been planning on going out this fall with supplies. She was fairly certain he was safe. She called him Flore. I'm pretty certain he's not: [link]

Thanks, Cashmere. It's already making a difference, Cashmere. It doesn't usually last, but the break is incredibly welcome. Today was awful.

The pharmacist who served me knows me by name. They didn't manage that at the small pharmacy near my old apartment, but I can get individualised treatment at CVS. He knows I don't get a bag or take my medication information either. I make sure to thank him extra effusively.

I can't believe the About A Boy boy had time to grow up. And Hugh Grant still doing romantic comedies. Even though he needs to not stand next to his photoshopped posters anymore.

Speaking of photoshopped posters, I'm sad about Legion. If those muscles and guns were a bit better I'd have a much easier time imagining an angsty ripped angel with ordnance. A much funner time.

Inch of snow and ice predicted. I tarped my windshield.