I heard back that my thyroid biopsy was benign. Yay!

Doctor may want me to redo it in 6 months. Boo!

Blessings on your house!

Great news, Glamcookie!

My cousin is a biology professor, and gets asked to write letters of recommendation for her students. Apparently there's a form the students fill out to make it easier for the professors to have all the info in one place. So my cousin sends me an e-mail to tell me what a student wrote on page 1 of her form: "Strengths: I believe I have reasonably well writing skills"

I e-mailed her back and said, "You can say the student has reasonably good irony skills."

Maybe take out a restraining order, so when you shoot him there'll be precedent?

I find this more than a little creepy.

And legally problematic.

And legally problematic.

Well, it wouldn't actually work, I'm sure.

Cass, I'm sorry if you find it creepy that I think about shooting a potentially dangerous creepy man who's been hanging around too close. But I've been attacked by such creepy men, and I do think about it. And I can say so. That guy doesn't deserve me thinking about him sweetly. Wanting my friend to be safe, even if I express that desire in a manner you find creepy, is more important to me than being PC about my feelings towards a creepy man I'm never going to interact with.

Well, it wouldn't actually work, I'm sure.

Clearly Florida is currently giving the impression it just might.

I still think that planning a defense for shooting someone that you find creepy and potentially dangerous is on the wrong side of this issue. I am fairly sure that we'd all like Ginger to be safe. Certainly, I do. But the chasm between keeping doors locked and being aware and taking a restraining order out in anticipation of using it as precedent in a shooting? Vast.

My opinion.

Yay for nothing, glamcookie. I hope for more nothing in your future. You have a most beautiful family.

I don't want to do anything to creepy guy; I'd just like him to disappear. The part that bothers me is that I wouldn't put it past him to try to hurt Mr Peabody.

Ladies and gents, be nice to the PAs and help them out, and they will put you in shots.

I first read PAs as physicians assistants, which gave that sentence an entirely different meaning.

I'm getting a bone marrow biopsy. Yay? There is kind of a yay in there, because I've been going through the tortures of the damned to try to get Kaiser to look for more reasons why my red blood count is drifting south. It's getting low enough that I'm short of breath and have the stamina of a marshmallow.

Vast.

Yes. Also hyperbole.

Glamcookie, those photos are gorgeous! You all look so beautifully happy. And holy cow, look at how big Shane is getting!

Yay for benign, Glam. Totally sugar family, too.