I know my type. Not happy with it. Which is why I'm contentedly single. Best for all.

So I spent 5 hours with friends, drinking wine, but keeping sober, and gods, I miss spending time with these folks. 3 kids, as much as I am a part of their lives, means we don't get grownup time. Working to fix that.

Arrived home, Anna and Brian out on Anna's porch, and me with uneaten cheese and pie.

So fed them gorgonzola and blueberry pie and am a little drunk at the moment. I love my neighbors.

Aaand the kid who introduced me to projectile vomiting (eta: as his babysitter), his sister posted his wedding photos (chinese) to fb.

I just have one ex, but the only commonalities I can find among guys at the 2 dates or more level are chest hair and smelling nice.

In a clear attempt to raise Matilda to a set of precepts implicit in Jilli's Gothic Charm School, we have followed Emmett's lecture on MCR, with JZ showing Matilda Labyrinth (aka, A Rock Star And His Codpiece.)

I guess I'm up next and need to read Jill Thompson's Scary Godmother to her.

Incidentally, for those of you following at home, the baby who played Toby in Labyrinth later went on to work at Henson's studios and then on to work with Peter Jackson on LoTR.

Well, to apprentice with them, at least.

Matilda's initial reaction was, "I don't want to watch this movie because it will be too scary. It's Mother's Day and you get to pick? Oh, fine. But if it's too scary, IT'S OVER."

When the goblins appeared, hovering and waiting eagerly for Sarah to say the right words to have her baby brother taken away: "I'M NOT WATCHING THIS MOVIE."

When David Bowie began to sing "Magic Dance," she leaped to her feet and started to dance, crying, "Go back to the beginning, Mommy! Dance with me! Watch my moves!"

Many of the guys I've been involved with tend toward a similar build (long & lean) but I wouldn't say they look alike in any other respect.

I totally have a type. Most of my friends can pick it out. But I wouldn't say my exes really looked alike, exactly.

My friend`s parents were brothers married to sisters, who then divorced and married the other sibling. So his uncle is his stepfather and his dad is his stepuncle. And they all get together at family gatherings and have, according to all sources, a nice time.

Holy crap! That's impressively cordial. Apparently my great-grandfather and his sister in law (I think?) had an affair, and when his brother found out, the brother moved himself and his wife back to Denmark (from Chicago, back in the early 1900s). Of course, my great-grandfather's wife was in an asylum, so I imagine he was having a rough time of things.

I guess I'm up next and need to read Jill Thompson's Scary Godmother to her.

How have you not read Scary Godmother to her before? HOW?

Jury duty. Got up immediately when I woke up, now have time to kill before I can leave.

Rassenfrassen insomnia! Been awake since 3:45 am. Will now need start day regardless. And won't have time or opportunity to nap later either. Grrr.