Oops, I was supposed to my nails tonight. I guess I won't be seeing anyone tomorrow who's going to care!

I've been horrible lately about caring for my nails. Tomorrow I should remedy that.

CJ is over at a friend's house and called to ask if they can pull an all-nighter. It is him and a couple of girls from the dojo. I can't believe I actually said yes.

My mom was considered to be the "cool mom" by my high school friends, especially after she agreed to a co-ed sleepover. None of us were hooked up with anyone else, so we just hung out, went for a walk around the block in the wee hours of the morning (more so that the smokers in the group could light a few away from the house than anything else), and then proceeded to chow down massively for breakfast the next morning. No hanky-panky, just friends hanging around.

I attended plenty of co-ed sleepovers and most of them were innocent (all innocent for me). Seriously, how much are you getting up to in someone's livingroom with other kids around! I say it is good for him! Good mom!

Loki's in a kitchen cabinet. How do I know? Because he's shoving dishes out so he can sprawl out further.

I attended plenty of co-ed sleepovers and most of them were innocent (all innocent for me). Seriously, how much are you getting up to in someone's livingroom with other kids around! I say it is good for him! Good mom!

Agreed! I wish I had had more of that kind of (largely innocent!) interaction in my youthy youth.

The thing is that the aversion to co-ed sleepovers is also super heteronormative. So, do you forbid all sleepovers? Weirdly, it was one of my at the time gay male friend who was always "up to no good" with the girls at sleepovers! And I had plenty of sleepovers with him and another gay guy where nothing happened (as I was sleeping in the bed with the other guy and he was on the floor, so I think I would have noticed. Also, we were far older than CJ - I as in college).

My parents let me have a co-ed sleepover the night after my chemistry Regents exam when I was fifteen. And aside from us setting fire to our Regents test prep books on the back patio, playing with a Ouija board (which caused my friend's little sister, who was sleeping over as well because she was only a year younger than us, to hide in the kitchen with a rosary), sneaking out of the house to go to our college-age neighbor's house (and him coming to the door in his underpants! Scandal! He was my piano teacher!) to get his Tarot cards to freak out said little sister more, and then toilet papering his house at 3:00 in the morning for no good reason, we got up to no shenanigans, either alcoholic or sexual. We were good kids, for a relative value of good.

We basically got up to pretty much the same activities we had collectively been getting up to at neighborhood block parties together for years, minus spin the bottle and trying to play Atari while sitting outside and eating hotdogs.

Is ita around?

My grandfathers were Howard (nicknamed Pete, long story) and Charles. Suddenly realized I have no idea what their fathers' names were.

We almost finished our LotR Monopoly game from the hurricane, and I had wine. Sleepy (and quite poverty-stricken) now.