Thanks for the company on the bullet train to hell, guys. Nice to know I won't be alone.

"NO, Mommy." Her voice got steely. "I mean, tell me their names."

Which I declined to do, because I don't want to be inadvertently responsible for my 4-year-old carrying out hits on half of Northern California.

I find myself charmed by Matilda's resolve.

Plei, Daisy is absolutely lovely.

Congrats to Wallybee!

What a sweet face Daisy has. I'm glad she's found a home with y'all.

Kind thoughts to your friends, bonny. I have much respect for them.

You go, Matilda.

I'd like to reserve a first class seat on that hellbound train. Suck it, WDM.

I've had a lovely day. Haircut and red highlights from my wonderful and talented friend, lunch with another friend, and then on a semi-whim I went and saw the owner of the custom build company I worked for a decade ago. We ended up talking for a couple of hours, and if a couple of jobs come through I may work with them a bit. I'm even thinking about working with them for free, because I need as much experience as I can get right now and I'd get to do more than, say, volunteering with Habitat.

Happy Ryan day! Can't believe he's 2.

Plei, your new dog is a beauty. A friend of mine also has a greyhound and loves her.

I see that Matilda is continuing her quest for world domination.

Shoe post! I have these on today (first time) and I loves them! Shoes: [link] Side: [link]

Oh, and a recent shot of my little beauty: [link]

Cute Shanie.

GC, he continues to grow more and more adorable. How's that possible? What're you feeding him?

"NO, Mommy." Her voice got steely. "I mean, tell me their names."

Marvelous!

In 20 years I'll be 68. I should still be around, right, to see the world Matilda and Owen and the rest of the amazing Buffista sprog will create? Because I'm looking forward to that.

Aww, Shane!

Ah-ha! I found my set of colored pencils. This is especially good timing, as today is the day we go to the vet and pick up Tzepesh's remains. We're sending him to Beacon Hill Biological, who will eventually send us back his skeleton.

What're you feeding him?

Well, he's still on Mama's milk at 16 months grumble, grumble. I wouldn't really mind except he's still nursing like a newborn. It's kind of nuts lately.

Could praying types please send one up for my soon-to-be father-in-law? Fuck cancer, again, and all that. It may be urgent, or it may be another of the thousand near-emergencies that turn out not to be quite as bad as we think. I'm a mean, selfish person who's losing the plot because my wedding is ten days away. But that doesn't appear to be stopping me losing the plot over that.