No kidding. Speaking of, I just saw my abdomen involuntarily contract with cramps. Weird.

Approximately two years and counting until menopause. I think I'll throw a big party to celebrate my moving into the no-birth-control-needed no-cramps-and-bleeding phase of life, in which I will reclaim my personality from the hormone pawn shop.

I will not hang bloody anythings on the walls at my party. Just FYI.

Not even the bloody scalps of your enemies? Might as well make that last hormone rage useful!

Random, I just remembered this due to my neighbor's security light going on: I was out on the deck early last weekend. There was this random altered dude walking erratically down the alley. Unnerving, right?

Anyway, he then walked over a few houses and looked like he was going to PEE on a rear doorstep. So I walked to the end of the deck and yelled "NOT COOL, DUDE."

"Sorry, ma'am!" and he booked it out of the 'hood.

I didn't call the cops. Maybe I should have, but the ma'am kinda disarmed me. At least my neighborhood druggies are polite?

Loki is really fucking cute in his sleep sessions. Lotta twitches, but now he's ottering with paw over his face.

I'm loving the image of everybody jerking off their tomato plants, and all of Cash's roller derby names.

I'm curious to see what would happen to Dana's head if Sondheim wrote a musical titled Moist Meat Placenta.

Things we ate today tastier than...that stuff I won't mention on account of Dana and Perkins:

Tacos at the Tonyanese taco truck. Matilda happily munched her way through two which is significant since she rarely eats meat.

Ice cream at Bi-Rite. I had a cone with salted caramel on top of toasted coconut. Emmett had cookies and cream, plus brown sugar. He declared brown sugar to be Amazing Delicious and bought a pint to bring home to share with JZ. Matilda had chocolate. It was very rich.

Also, we went to Noe Valley Bakery and bought cherry chocolate bread for breakfast tomorrow. (It wasn't just food today, we also went to a Yuppie toy store in Noe Valley with all the toys carved out of teak and handmade by a Guatemalan collective. Also the Pirate Store. Also Emmett did Krav, which necessitated a crossbay trip.)

Dinner:

For JZ I cooked up nice mushroom ravioli, but made a garlic butter sauce with spinach for it.

Emmett: I spent the extra moneys to get grass fed organic beef. OMG, it's so much more flavorful. Cheeseburger served on a toasted English muffin.

Matilda: bowl of raspberries. (She did eat a lot of protein today.)

Me: I made a hamburger and then doused it in butter garlic sauce. Whoa! So good.

Dessert: Brown sugar ice cream from Bi-Rite.

Anyway, he then walked over a few houses and looked like he was going to PEE on a rear doorstep. So I walked to the end of the deck and yelled "NOT COOL, DUDE."

Ha! You're my hero.

Wow, that conversation - you know what I'm talking about - lasted a long time, you all. I thought it was done, and then, in what really should have been unsurprising move, there was an ita link. Perfect!

In closing, Rainier cherries. Oh. My. God. YUM.

In closing, Rainier cherries. Oh. My. God. YUM.

We've been eating these for a couple of weeks, and I second that emotion.

Who wants to weigh in on the pros and cons and possible ethical dilemmas regarding a 47-y-o woman dating a 35-y-o man? A childless man whose position on future children-having is unknown, I should add. Specifically, though not excluding other factors, at what point should she tell him her age?

When he asks?