It disturbs me a little - very little - that of all the many things I memorized as a teenager, Carlin's 7 Words You Can't Say on Television is one of the few things that remains in instant read-access in my memory. When I am 89, I will have forgotten the names of all my lovers, but I will remember those words. And I will use them. Daily. Because I'll be 89.

Yikes, Connie, I'm so glad it was nothing! My dad's been to the ER for a maybe- heart attack and it was indigestion.

Then he went another time and it WAS a baby heart attack.

So go. Always. Be safe. You are precious to us.

Erin, email received and backflung, bebe.

So go. Always. Be safe. You are precious to us.

Yes! Always go. I am a person who is most likely alive because I got convinced to go to the ER for a "probably nothing".

For anyone who wants to see them - [link]

Shelburne Museum pictures.

Some of note - this quilt [link] which isn't a good picture, but it's in a case with very little room to maneuver. You can't tell by this picture but almost every little leaf is a different fabric. And according to the info the donor's grandmother made this quilt sometime after she was 75 years old.

This boat - which was used for duck hunting - reminded me of a Wraith Dart. [link]

I thought of Steph when I saw this - [link] (and this [link] display of type faces. There are several printing presses on display and they print on notecards that are available to purchase.

You are precious to us.

Bless you all.

I felt weird earlier, and I was near the hospital at the time, and I sat in the car for ten minutes going "ER's right there, go in, get it checked" fighting with "Want Hubby! Hubby's at home, with no car to come meet me! Hubby will freak if I call him!" countered with "stupid to go home then come back."

But the "I want my Hubby!" mental shriek was stronger than anything. For all that I often think that life would be less stressful if I hadn't married him, when the shit hits the fan, I want my Hubby. And I have terrified authority figures who tried to keep me from his side when he was in trouble. I haven't stayed with the man for 25 years because I had nothing better to do.

This boat - which was used for duck hunting - reminded me of a Wraith Dart.

God bless the nerds.

So glad you went, Connie. Also glad you are ok.

Holy cow, why didn't I know that Casino Royale sucked? I mean, I know now. But that doesn't unboggle my brain. Were they trying to train a computer to write a script? There was at least one interesting chase, but omgwtf. I'm kind of glad the Netflix DVD failed in the middle. We have at least two scenes' worth of time that we'll not never get back.

Connie, I'm glad you're ok.

Holy cow, why didn't I know that Casino Royale sucked?

Really? I loved it.

Oh, the New Orleans fun that was had today! I met St. Woot (adorable), sat in a kiddie pool in my suit (even when no one else did, I DO NOT CARE), and danced my bathing suited ass off when the brass band came to serenade the birthday girl! Seriously, this town, it's so fucked up but I love it.

Tomorrow we are going on vacation!!!!! Port St. Joe, Florida!

Yay, vacation. Glad to have started it off with lots of awesome New Orleans fun. Now, to leave New Orleans and chillax.

CONNIE! I'm glad you are OK, and I'm super glad you went to the hospital.

St. Woot is a very nice fella, btw. Not that I had any doubt. But I enjoyed his company mightily.

So, tonight, I decided to Do Stuff. I House Managed tonight. And then promptly forgot to take my meds. So, it's not that I haven't had any pain this whole time, it's that the motrin is doing its job. I have some twinges now, but I don't know if it's that I didn't take the motrin until I was in pain, or all of the moving around I did tonight.

I've noticed that stairs really tire me out. Also, I think that either the antibiotics or the motrin are an appetite suppressant for me, because when I forgot to take them, I was hungry.