I hope you feel better soon, Vortex.

My day has been filled with pastured kids screaming so I finally gave up on any hope of a meal at home and took a walk. Only about 2 miles but challenging enough considering how long it's been since I did regular walks. The knees were a bit wonky but I concentrated on how I was walking to try to keep things stable. On the way back, I grabbed a hamburger and fried zucchini (so I got the cardio good but not the calorie good from the walk...oh well).

With me, it's Dave! He's the one standing with his hand on the doorknob talking for a half hour. So I can't open the door myself and just leave, nor can I sit back down and take off my coat. It is so irritating! But I know about it now, so I just wait until he actually leaves to get up.

But it is okay. I am otherwise having a great time with the various families.

Your mom and my dad went to the same class of How To Drive Your Kid Nuts On The Phone.

My mother was also in that class.

Allyson, that is so sad! Something similar happened to my brother only with a pup.

Hah! My parents are the opposite. I call them (once a week or so) and it's like 'Heyyyy...anything going on? Not much...been in Hawaii/San Francisco/Spokane. Yep. So....how's the weather there? ...how 'bout them Cubs?" And then only later find out that for the last three phone calls they've forgotten to mention how someone has cancer or got married or whatever.

Oh, and I just went to see Burlesque. WOW, is it cheesy as hell and predictable! And yet, lots of fun (even though most of the dancing? Not actually burlesque!) Wish I could dance/look like that!

Your mom and my dad went to the same class of How To Drive Your Kid Nuts On The Phone.

My mother was also in that class.

I think my mother was Class Treasurer.

With me, it's Dave! He's the one standing with his hand on the doorknob talking for a half hour. So I can't open the door myself and just leave, nor can I sit back down and take off my coat.

Around here they refer to that as a Minnesota Goodbye.

I think my mother was Class Treasurer.

My mother? Totally Class Secretary. I have put the phone down, gone to the bathroom, come back to pick it up and she didn't notice I wasn't there.

My M-i-L is so like that. J will be on the phone with her for 45 minutes, saying mm-hmm every minute or so. After he hangs up, I'll ask what she had to say. "Nothing at all." is his answer. And it's true. She likes to tell long medical stories about people you don't know, like someone from her work whose son's wife had gallbladder surgery and then they found cancer and then.....

Oh, Burlesque. You make me feel dirty, but I do want to see you.

My mom does the meara-mom thing. Tells me anything but important stuff; she figures if my sister, who loves with them, knows, then I know.