Barb I'm right there with you! I have no trouble with the oldest being almost 20 'cause you know, she's the oldest but the youngest being 15? No way, no how.

Well, Nate is my oldest, but Abby's only fifteen months behind, so she's thirteen and gorgeous and sassy and I had my own trauma there when I had to take her bra shopping recently and realized that the child was now in a 34D bra.

ACK!

I have no trouble with the oldest being almost 20 'cause you know, she's the oldest but the youngest being 15? No way, no how.

I remember when my dad and stepmom took me out for my 35th birthday. We were chatting, and I mentioned that my big brother would be 40 that June, and Dad got this truly horrified look on his face at that realization.

Sorry to be all mememememe, but I am a giant ball of stress and need to vent:

The health insurance/IUD issue is still rage-inducing, but I think it'll be worked out. MAYBE. It might still run me about $300, but that's still better than $1,000. And since it amortizes for 5 years, it's cost-effective. But still a pain in the ass. I swear that when I had the first one put in 5 years ago, all I paid was an office visit co-pay. (Although, duh, I know that what insurance chooses to cover changes from year to year [or month to month], so it's likely they decided to not just pick up the whole cost of 99.5% effective birth control. Why do that? [I realize the manufacturer of the Mirena may also charge a hell of a lot more than 5 years ago, since they can do that, too, since THEY ARE THE DEVIL.])

And because I AM AWESOME (spoiler: THAT WAS SARCASM), I spilled coffee on my 1-week-old Macbook Pro. I've had the Ancient iBook for more than 6 years and eaten dinner over it every night (as well as breakfast some days) and NEVER spilled liquid on it (although there are enough crumbs under the keyboard to make an entire loaf of bread).

But I manage to spill coffee on the unibody can't-take-the-battery-out Macbook Pro within 7 days. AWESOME.

It wasn't much coffee (maybe less than 1/4 cup?), and it was more of a splatter on the keys and part of the trackpad, and I immediately shut it down and mopped it up (but not vigorously, because I figured that mopping hard would press on the keys and potentially fuck things up more; so I blotted extensively), and then flipped it over, kept the screen open, and laid the keyboard/trackpad on a layered combo of paper towel/rice/paper towel (so that basically there are paper towels between the keys and the rice, because I really don't need to get rice under the keys).

Is there anything else I should do? I plan to remove the rice in a few hours, and then keep it turned off and flipped over on paper towels for several days. I really don't want to open up the unibody, but then, at this point, having dumped liquid on it already voided the warranty, so I don't really have anything to lose by opening the thing up.

Also, I think that 1:00 is goddamn Cocktail Hour.

Aww, geez teppy, that sucks a lot. Fingers crossed for you that it dries ok. I felt the same way when I dunked my day old kindle--like, I never drop paper books in water, why now?!?

Stress makes you do stupid things? Well, it does me.

Stress makes you do stupid things? Well, it does me.

Pretty much. It's marginally funny, because I ordered a keyboard protector right away, and it should be delivered in a couple of days.

Instead of being made of silicone, the keyboard protector is made of 100% IRONY.

Well, it is a Buffista keyboard protector. I'd be a menace to a laptop or a Kindle because I'm always dropping things when I eat and read. I don't even have water in here with the computer stuff. Which is a pain, cause, hello? Impaired. But it's not so much a testament to my self-denying nature as much a reflection of how much grief I got in high school when Stepdad cleaned up the component I spilled on. I am also the cleanest Netflix renter on the planet. d'oh...stupid traumatic childhood!

Ooh, Steph, that sucks.

I dropped my steampunk Gibson book in the bathtub the other night. That was probably a good thing, because I really want to read the Nook in the tub, but obviously I really really can't.

Ugh Steph. I'm sorry.

I had my own trauma there when I had to take her bra shopping recently and realized that the child was now in a 34D bra.

I didn't fit into a 34D until I was pregnant.

I still wouldn't, myself.