They stole a coffeepot and three computers. I don't even know.

I read that. I just wonder if they thought there were be other things to steal. It's the only way I can make that break in understandable in my head. Because if you are just randomly destroying things or even looking for office things, breaking into a hospice office is the lowest thing I can think of offhand.

My guess would be "looking for the good drugs".

And when they couldn't get that, went for the coffee.

Dal seems slightly peppier today. Maybe we've dodged the bullet again for a little while. Who knows.

Sweet little Dallas. Paws crossed she continues to do well. It sucks so hard that their lives are shorter than ours.

I am back to the bedroom since The O'Reilly Factor is on and Tim's dad is watching it with great zeal.

I should share a *good* Tim's Family story to balance out the stressful ones. His niece E. is going to be a junior in college -- double-majoring in physics and philosophy. She's hugely geeky and I adore her. Her family is pretty hugely involved in their Lutheran church, and niece E. is a counselor for the summer at a Lutheran camp in Northern Ohio. I've never thought of her as conservative in the political sense, but she is small-c conservative in the sense of trying to live according to Christian values.

So she was telling us camp stories, and one was about a fellow counselor who is a lesbian. The fellow counselor was talking about how her family is barely accepting of it, and how she hates that family members will lapse into an awkward pause if she mentions her girlfriend.

So niece E. said to the fellow counselor, "If I ever do that -- if I ever seem to be pausing awkwardly when you mention your girlfriend -- it is NOT because of your sexuality; it's because I'm just an awkward person!"

I love her SO MUCH.

So niece E. said to the fellow counselor, "If I ever do that -- if I ever seem to be pausing awkwardly when you mention your girlfriend -- it is NOT because of your sexuality; it's because I'm just an awkward person!"

Awww.

she hates that family members will lapse into an awkward pause if she mentions her girlfriend.

Yeah, my folks still do that when I mention any gay pairing. ::sigh::

Yeah, my folks still do that when I mention any gay pairing. ::sigh::

I'm not sure if I can convey how hysterically funny this was, but I'll try...

Friends of my sister, Mary & Michelle, had a wedding this spring. Among the guests was one of their dear friend's entire family, including her 92 year old grandmother. Sometimes she gets a little confused.

She was pretty tuckered out by the time the ceremony was over so after a bite to eat she was dropped off at the home of a nearby relative. They were either going to pick her up late that night or the next morning. After a while she got anxious... why hadn't she been picked up yet? What's wrong? Who's in the hospital? (her son had been ill) What aren't they telling her?

So her grand daughter went by the house. And then her grand son. Each told her that everything was fine, nobody was hurt, the wedding was just running late. Finally with great indignation she announced, "I KNOW you are lying to me! The wedding ended when Michelle kissed that Filipino boy!"

Now, granted, the one bride was in a suit... but she's clearly not a boy. But when you're 92 and tired and runnin' a bit paranoid your brain fills in the gaps with what it can. When her family picked her up her son went over it for her, [Please imagine thick Bronx accents for the following exchange]

"Ma, Michelle married Mary. You know Mary. They were at the baby's party last week. That was the one in the suit Michelle kissed."

"A girl can't marry a girl."

"Sure she can."

"Well WHY would a girl marry a girl?"

"... because they love each other very much. They want to spend their lives together."

"Well they're both such nice girls. They deserve to be happy."

"Right. They deserve to be happy."

Which is a sweet story and a nice ending. But she's 92 and gets a little confused. Sometimes things need to be explained again. And again. And again.

So the other day the grand daughter is on the phone with her mother and in the background hears her father shouting (in his thick Bronx accent and clearly for the thousandth time) "Because they LOVE each other and they deserve to be HAPPY."

Which has kindof become our shorthand for the whole "debate". It's simple enough. I'm sorry if you're confused and you don't even have being 92 to blame it on -- "Because they LOVE each other and they deserve to be HAPPY."

(at the top of your lungs. in a thick Bronx accent.)

I hope you're feeling better now, Windsparrow.

Definitely improved. I'm pissed off at Walgreens right now, and as much as I'm pissed off at them, I'm all kinds of grateful for my coworker, S. Doc faxed the script to them, I drove over just before noon. They said 25-30 minute wait, so I said I would come back on my way to work. I get back there at 1:55 - and they said it wasn't done yet, ten more minutes. When I protested that two hours previously they'd told me 25 minutes, they said, we only have one pharmacist so things take longer, can't you just wait ten minutes? No, I have to be at work in three, and if 25 minutes equals two hours, how many hours does 10 really mean? So I was frazzled after that, and when S. asked how I was doing, I told him. Later on, he had an errand to run with one of the folks that live at that house, so offered to swing by Walgreens and pick up the new eye drops. He is my hero, today.

Erin, I hope your collar bone is less hurty soon.

erika, psoriasis can be miserable. That's just all there is to it. If it is that, may they swiftly get it under control.

I want a bumper sticker that says "Because they love each other and they deserve to be happy!"

Laga, I'd buy one of those!

My new car has the Oaktown resident requisite "Oaklandish" bumper sticker AND my favorite: the typical Darwin/Jesus fish with "n chips" on the inside. I got it in London and waited years to put it on. I asked my two Christian colleagues if it hurt their feelings (as I am not worried about being offensive generally, but I don't want to hurt my friends) and they both proclaimed it "funny". So.

I tried to make a bumper sticker but I think I broke Zazzle.