Well, if there's 20 questions on the test and you know you got the other 19 right, you can skip one, right?

Of course, but writing "no thank you" is cocky. Better to just skip the question. Although I would have been amused if he wrote, "I prefer not to."

I prefer not to.

I agree that's a much better answer.

Well, if there's 20 questions on the test and you know you got the other 19 right, you can skip one, right?

There were four questions. He did get full credit on all the others. (I strongly suspect that he took calculus in high school and did pretty well but not well enough to test out of it in college -- the questions that he got right were all things that are generally covered in a high school calculus course, and the one that he didn't answer is on material that high school courses will frequently skip or gloss over.)

I did dishes. And laundry. Where's my cookie?

There's still more dishes, but I need the ones in the drying rack to dry and the dishwasher to finish (it hooks up to the sink).

attempting to shove cookie through the intertubes

Bedtime:

I don't need hugs, I just needed to vent.

I'm thinking about starting Hollaback Israel on my own. Yes, I have(?) two women/friends who promised to do it with me, but they seem to reschedule it over and over and over again, which is fine by me - if they just let me know. Which most times, they don't, and I have to email and call them and ask over and over again.

Right now, the one I actually counted on just doesn't answer my very simple "do you think we can make it before the New Year?" email, which I sent few days ago.

If I'd start it on my own, I could have opened it over a month ago. I mostly wanted people to moderate the blog with because I wanted to consult with others on some delicate issues of politics and whatnot which arises every few often, and share the burden.

I think I'll just leave it be and stop fussing about and acting as a boss/babysitter (I wanted and was more than willing to act as a partner, but I really, really don't want to start babysitting others' responsibilities - unless I'm getting paid lots of money for doing it. I hate it).

If I won't get a reply from either one of them for another two weeks, I think I'll fly solo and let them know when the blog will open. Even if that means I'll finish some history seminars later than I thought I will.

It's not that I'm mad. It's not that I'm frustrated. I'm just tired of being disappointed of others in that specific way, telling them again and again that no, I can't read minds, so I'd appreciate it if they'll take 10 precious seconds of their time and answer my fucking emails with a simple yes or no. I appreciate very much their will to help, but the fact is that they haven't done much since they said they'll help and moderate with me, and I'm tired of running after them.

I'm so with you on that, Shir. I've had to do that a lot in both my private and public life and I hate it. Good on you for cutting line and just doing it yourself.

I did another article, and then I spent five hours driving to Nottingham and back (our builders got a lot done on their first day, which is a good thing) and now I am in bicycle state.

Thoughts for Pix.

Good-decision~ma for Shir.

Definitely sleep time.

Shir, if they are dragging their heels on this, how effective do you think they would really be as mods?

Hubby is sulking because I didn't want to participate in some improving activities after we got home from work. I could have been more diplomatic about saying No, but I'm tired of his ongoing campaign of "I just want you to be the best you can possibly be." A polite "No thank you" instigates a "But it'll only be a few minutes, and it's good for you. We should do more things together." None of those statements are false, but I simply didn't want to. I got out of work early, I want to be lazy. Granted, I'm often lazy, but his pouting and passive aggression do not endear themselves to me. They never work, and he keeps saying, "You'd enjoy it if you did it more, you could be good at this, why don't you want to?" When I stand firm, he mutters to the cat--making sure to be within earshot--"So much for self-improvement" or to me "Why do you always fight me on these things?" He loves me and adores me, but he has little respect for me as an adult with valid views of my own if they go counter to his own.