Hi. Yay for productive meltdowns.

I am saddened to report that Hat#1 made from awesome Kat yarn has escaped to the wild winds. We got out of the van to chase down a loose dog (there are a bunch of lost dog signs up right now, all purebred; I fear theft.) and went tromping through the tumbleweeds. 45 mph winds proved too much, particularly since it was loose to begin with. Fortunately Hat#2 was already in the works. Hopefully I'll have enough yarn, but I will have to frog your project. I was planning to frog the first hat instead, but it is not to be.

And then a car drove by, and the dog went running joyfully toward the house the car turned into. Apparently his owner was just a tad late coming home, and he decided to meet him halfway. So, not a missing dog at all.

I did not watch the Mel Gibson movie.

I think we had one Buffista who did, but do not remember who.

frog away, liese!

I don't think yesterday's meltdown was productive at all. Just melty and teary and bad.

I'm pretty open-minded, tell me more about your cult..

It involves pretty boys in eyeliner, loud guitars, chocolate, and an endless supply of Fluevogs.

Can I wear sandals when it is warm enough?

Because, yes.

Can I wear sandals when it is warm enough?

Oh sure.

Because, yes.

Yay! And you won't look at me and mutter "ETHICS".

pretty boys in eyeliner

In guilded cages?

The kids upstairs are screaming. Top of the lungs. Oy. And now they have stopped. Hair detangling? Yes, I'm trying to be optimistic. I also swear those kids aren't ever allowed to sit cause the stomping around goes on all. day. long.

My sister is in the beginning will-they-won't-they stages of a long distance courtship with a guy. She says his name with an eye roll, because he doesn't believe in marriage. Now, she's not cruising to the altar with any great speed, so at first I wondered why she even cared. So maybe he's not the guy you marry? So what? It's not like she's turning down proposals to spend time with him.

Then I thought "that's kinda weird...not believing in marriage." There are such material legal benefits to be realised in this society, that if you have the luxury, why not sign all those papers at once. Get power of attorney, etc. Know you'll always be able to visit them in hospital. Even if he's not the guy you're going to marry, why pooh pooh all that?

I wouldn't call it a full-fledged red flag, but it was orange, and at half mast. Maybe he'll turn out to be a tiger in the sack but not a cuddler or something that plays directly into short but not long term. I don't even know.

Why would a picture of my nephew from 7 years ago suddenly get 120+ hits on flickr in the last 2 days? All the hits are from flickr, so I don't see any search terms in the stats.

On hugs... I don't mind hugs, but I'm unlikely to hug people I see regularly. If it's been months or years, sure. It's lingering touching that doesn't freak me out, but I do notice as not-the-norm, like women who like to hang onto your arm, or men who always have their hand on your back.

There are such material legal benefits to be realised in this society, that if you have the luxury, why not sign all those papers at once.

My previous experience with not marriage but close enough, getting my legals/financials tied up with a guy, resulted in me being destitute, bankrupt, owing the IRS $10K, and losing my house, my car, and my job. (I got fired because he kept coming 'round work acting crazy.) It took me fifteen years to dig myself out of that hole and get back to where I was, never mind where I had planned to be in my mid-40s. I am very wary of ever doing that again. Marriage to me (personally, not how I feel about other peoples' marriages) is less a celebration of love than a potential bear trap. Also, as my sister discovered, divorce laws in Virginia don't exactly favor women, so I can't say, well, there's always divorce.