Oh how I love us.

We're very pretty.

And yet, probably still easier than learning English.

English is actually an easy language. It's not inflected and doesn't have grammatical gender. It just has some weird spellings left over from previous incarnations.

I took my sick self to the doctor, who was upset over the state of my lungs. I ended up with a nebulizer treatment, amoxicillin, codeine and prednisone. The prednisone means I'll careen about like a pinball for the next two weeks, but at least I'll have oxygen in my blood.

I took my sick self to the doctor, who was upset over the state of my lungs. I ended up with a nebulizer treatment, amoxicillin, codeine and prednisone. The prednisone means I'll careen about like a pinball for the next two weeks, but at least I'll have oxygen in my blood.

Good lord, woman! I'm glad you went to the doctor! Also, codeine is quite nice.

Relatedly, I have had 3 glasses of wine since 7:00 (Eastern time) because I am so stressed about the goddamn IUD. Seriously, healthcare for everyone -- including reproductive healthcare -- should NOT be something you have to wend through a labyrinth and fight a goddamn minotaur for.

And if I spelled all that correctly (and made appropriate allusions) then I need more wine. Fortunately, I have more.

Also, completely unrelatedly, I am 12 years older than the actor who plays Thor. I felt the need to look up his age and see if I could be his mother. (Wait, that is more related to the IUD than I thought.) So I could indeed biologically be his mother, but had that happened, it would be creepy and enormously bad.

So I feel better about the lusty wrong thoughts I have about his arms. And iliac crest.

In conclusion, I have hard-boiled eggs on the stove. (Not a euphemism.)

I was wheezing a startling wheeze that sounded like a tiny penny whistle tune. I kept thinking it had to be coming from somewhere else.

Damn, Ginger, I hope you feel better soon.

Seriously, healthcare for everyone -- including reproductive healthcare -- should NOT be something you have to wend through a labyrinth and fight a goddamn minotaur for.

Not enough WORD in the world.

English is actually an easy language. It's not inflected and doesn't have grammatical gender. It just has some weird spellings left over from previous incarnations.

I think the greatest issue with learning English is the inconsistency. Spelling's a nightmare, and it seems every rule has its exceptions. Grammar's less complex than Romance languages, but substantially more complex than Chinese (for instance). Chinese, of course, has its own difficulties, especially written Chinese; and I think it's less forgiving of near misses.

In conclusion, Ryan now has a vocabulary of about 50 words in English, 40 in Chinese, is up to occasional three-word phrases ("up-and-down"), and combines the two languages on occasion (when he calls me "Qǐ’é (Penguin) Daddy!").

(when he calls me "Qǐ’é (Penguin) Daddy!").

Oh, billytea. You know we're going to call you Penguin Daddy from here on out. This is as inevitable and immutable as Jesse being a cowgirl or Holli being an Eskimo.

Oh, billytea. You know we're going to call you Penguin Daddy from here on out. This is as inevitable and immutable as Jesse being a cowgirl or Holli being an Eskimo.

Still beats Telehubby.

Ginger, much getting-better~ma to you.

Ryan remains exceedingly cute. ION, the sun rises in the east.