Andi suggested I post this [link] from notalwaysright.com

Very cute.

I think you should start asking your favors of Zenkitty's niece.

Oooh, diabolical. I like.

Andi inspired me to go back the the great timesuck that is Not Always Right, and I found this one that I think Buffistas would like:

I was at work and I saw two girls from my college I knew as acquaintances, but not as much more than that. I had a crush on one of them as she was really pretty and seemed nice for the most part. I watched as she and her friend approached the register.

My Crush: “No, you’re wrong! I’m telling you, he never said that!”

I assumed they were gossiping about something until I listened a little more to the conversation.

Her Friend: “No, he did! He totally did! We watched it last night, stupid!”

My Crush: “Obi-Wan never says, ‘I love you, Anakin’. The line is ‘You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you!’.”

Her Friend: “No!”

My Crush: *turns to me* “Oh hey [my name]! What’s up?”

Me: “Not much. I’m good. And you’re right; Obi-Wan’s line was ‘You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you’.”

My Crush: “Oh, my God, thank you!” *turns to her friend* “And you call yourself a Star Wars fan.”

Her friend scowled, but they paid and said goodbye. I watched as they got to the automatic doors. Her friend pretended to use ‘The Force’ on them. Suddenly, my crush jumped in front of her.

My Crush: “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”

I walked over and asked her out. We got married a month ago.

That story is just excellent.

Eeek, lots of ~ma to Zenkitty's sister. What a shitty situation. Would either your sister or her daughter consider therapy, either one-on-one or as a family? Is there anyone else in the house that can help mediate between them?

And lots of ~ma to Erin, too. You're doing an admirable job of being clear and rational in the midst of a heaping helping of stress and mess. I hope for the best outcome for you, D, and M.

sj, hot-water-and-heat~ma!

I'm back in the office this week. All my work did not magically complete itself while I was out. Hmph.

That is a great story. I wish I had a story like that.

Would either your sister or her daughter consider therapy, either one-on-one or as a family?

hahahaha

My sister went to a therapist a couple times and quit in frustration, saying, "All she did was listen to me talk!" You know, I tried; my sister is a smart woman but she has a blind spot here. Her daughter, of course, is the only sane person in the world and if everyone would just stop fucking around with her, she'd be fine, so get out of her FACE already.

Is there anyone else in the house that can help mediate between them?

Nope! The youngest daughter has written her sister off entirely. Sis's boyfriend can't stand her. Their father is a complete asshole who's thankfully moved far away. And I can't mediate anymore. I'm so angry I can't be objective. I have no idea what's going to happen. I'm afraid Kim is going to screw up her life really badly.

Heh. Actually, when Daniel posted the link, at first I thought that's the story it was going to be. But the one that Andi found is also pretty damned adorable.

Also, I vote Andi be in charge of crazy relative delegation. She seems to have a gift for knowing just whom to inflict on whom to spare the rest of us. Now, how do we make this happen for real?

Huge hugs and vibes and please-let-the-bad-people-work-it-out-without-causing-someone's-death,-even-their-own~ma to Erin and Zen and Jess and Shir. And I'm still thinking good thoughts for amych.

P-C, you were in my dream a couple of nights ago! You had just gotten cast as the male lead in a wacky life-affirming indie film about an Indian guy and a white chick who decide to have a big crazy wedding and invite only chosen family, with the white guests all dressed in their glorious silken Indian best and the Indian guests WASPing it up to the height of their powers. Hec, Emmett, Matilda and I were all extras, and what I mostly remember is that Matilda had lots of fun bouncing on the beds and sofas with the other extra kids, and that the craft table had some outrageously decadent chocolate cookies on offer. Also, you were pretty chuffed to be in a movie and fake marrying a cool, funny actress.

I love students. A student comes in and asks me a question about reserving a room in the building, I tell her who to talk to. She says "can you write the down for me?" Really? You can't ask to borrow a pen? No agency, I swear.

There is heat and hot water! Yay! I am frozen solid and hoping to thaw out soon.