I am getting tips from the lesbian ex of my childhood male friend. Not sure if that trick would work across gender. Doesn't mean I shouldn't try, though.

Well no, it might not. Plus Pride is sorta a special circumstance. The time I referred to was at Decadence, which is basically Pride-Esque.

That's fantastic, Maria, and what a sign of respect from your company. That alone ought to impress the hell out of the other company. Fingers crossed.

Music/podcast transfer successful! No playlists, but that's OK, because my playlists were kind of random and crappy. It'll be sort of fun to make new and improved ones.

Maria, I am hoping it all works for you!

Ugh Kat, can I call you and consult with you at some point this weekend? We just got a call from Community Magnet and now I need to make some decisions. I'd love your clear-eyed assessment.

Sure. I don't know that much about Community Magnet, but I can figure it out.

Grace had her first soccer thingy today. There were popsicles, which she liked a lot. She also wanted to drink a huge cup of water, which is good too, but I then had problems feeding her which is bad.

I cannot believe I had to get Grace's nurse to deal with the dying rat. Not in his job description, but also not in mine.

I think Jilli needs to see this.

(ETA: I mean, I am someone who has had a stranger say "You're cute!" and me respond "So are you!" and get asked "Wanna make out?" and done it...)

That actually happens?? Why doesn't this happen to me?

She lives in a rom com, PC. There's nothing we can do to compare.

I AM SO OLD AND TIRED AND CRANKY, OMG.

We can only live vicariously!

Oh Maria, that's good news!

I am checking Olivia's doll into the American Girl Doll Hospital. I have reached the apex of CRAZY MOMHOOD. Someone shoot me.

What does one check a doll into the American Girl Doll Hospital for? I mean, I have a few teddy bear restoration places bookmarked, and eventually Clovis and I will take a trip to one of them, but I can't imagine what you check a doll into a doll hospital for.

Cashmere, I want that doll house. I can't decide which I want more: to own it, or to live in it.

There was an awesome doll hospital near where I grew up. It also housed a collection, I guess -- I think we went to see it with Girl Scouts.

But they had all kinds of dolls -- all eras and types of antiques. They did doll restoration, which is something I need to look into again. I have a few Madame Alexanders from childhood that need limbs reattached, and mom has an antique names Hortense who needs her hair redone and her wardrobe restored.

Michael's Crafts has surprisingly sturdy unfinished wooden coffin boxes for $2 in the Halloween stuff, with decent hinges and latches. I keep turning over the one I got in my hands, thinking of what to do with it and telling myself I don't need to go back and get more.