Dear me: I understand that you want to keep buying local and/or organic, despite your unemployed status. However, buying a bottle of rum, two magazines, and several kinds of cheese? Don't do that again. For a long while, at least.

Love, me

Impulse control: I do not has.

My hygienist checks for signs of cancer and cardiac issues every time she cleans my teeth. I always feel a little healthier when she okays me. Even though I have no idea what she actually sees.

very Greta Garbo-esque, staring out the front door, sobbing softly to herself and muttering, "I want mommy. I miss my daddy. No snowflakes for anyone."

I, too, have had those days.

A month or two ago when both Jilli and my mom were visiting here, we went to breakfast at a favorite spot and there was a girl at the next table who was so, so grumpy and so unhappy. I wanted so badly to tell her that not every day is like that but I'd felt on the inside exactly how she was acting on the outside.

Now, she's sprawled across her car seat, very Greta Garbo-esque, staring out the front door, sobbing softly to herself and muttering, "I want mommy. I miss my daddy. No snowflakes for anyone."

Dang, that's Olympic-level whining.

When my mother would tell me she wasn't going to talk to me unless I stopped whining - or sulking, usually sulking - I would do it EVEN MORE. It made me so mad! I had LEGITIMATE CONCERNS. So, fine, I didn't want to talk to her ANYWAY. Man, could I sustain a sulk. HOURS. Until dinnertime.

I just realized that part of the reason I feel less than awesome? Haven't been using my daily inhaler as often as I need. Took a couple of hours of increasing coughing and a tight chest to twig to, hey, asthma. I not not has a smrt. But I just used the daily and rescue inhalers. Tomorrow should be a much more awesome day.

Seska, I follow--or perhaps forge--a path combining elements of druidism, shamanism, taoism, and atheism. Makin' it up as I go. If I can be of any help, by all means, my profile addy is good.

Also, TC sez tripod cats rool. Congratulations on the new kitties!

Oh, dear. Little miss is a member of my tribe. "Woe. Woe is me. No snowflakes for anyone. Woe."

Aw, a half-otter. What a sweet picture.

Better with the "meep?" and the head-bob.

Miss my kitties.

Today in a signing line...

Colbert: (humorously re: random dude ahead of me) Hey! Someone get this guy outta here! Drag him into the street! Strip search him!

Me: Yeah!

Jack White: He a friend of yours?

Me: No, just being a wiseass.

Jack White: Would you go out with him? You know, on a date?

Me: I don't really know him... coffee maybe... yeah, coffee first

Jack White: Well of COURSE coffee first! Only makes sense...

INTERRUPTING COMEDY CENTRAL SECURITY DOUCHE: Move it along miss...

Me: (in my head but fucking loudly) JACK WHITE IS HOLDING MY HAND AND JOKING AROUND WITH ME! OMG SHUT UP AND DIEEEEEEE!

Went back through the line again on the trumped up premise that my sigs had smudged and could they sign the liner of the record. Thanked them for the show. Jack said it was a lot of fun and he'd had a great week. HE IS A HAND HOLDY TALKER IS THAT JACK WHITE!

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Me: (in my head but fucking loudly) JACK WHITE IS HOLDING MY HAND AND JOKING AROUND WITH ME! OMG SHUT UP AND DIEEEEEEE!

Silly security guard.

I just watched the Catholic-off that Colbert and Jack White did and was nearly crying laughing. So I emailed it to a couple of priests and my very ex-Catholic mom.

Glad you had a good time, Trudy.

COOL!

Missouri is pretty boring. The closest I have come to celebrity is...NSM. Dan went to school with Peregrine Honig, who was on that reality art show, and when we went out to dinner for our anniversary, she was at the next table.

Other than that...nothing.

I went out to dinner tonight with my sister and her friend, who moved back from LA, and she had some fun stories about being an extra on True Blood, Bones and ER.

She said Angela Bassett almost knocked her down, when she made a mistake in a scene and grabbed her, laughing so hard.

John Stamos was really nice, Chevy Chase told her about his parrot and Ryan Kwanten is hotter than fire.