I... am still at home. I'm in a lot of pain again, which is amping up the anxiety, and I took a half a flexeril but it's done no good. I've been doing stretching and acupressure since I last posted.

I need a do-over for today. Since I can't get that, I guess I'll take 1/4 Xanax and hope it doesn't knock me out.

Go smonster! eta: I'm sorry about the pain. Snuggles and hair pats.

Hey Sunil, I told DH about you coming to Miami to go cruisin' and he of course asked me when. And I had no answer. Forgive me for discussing your parental issues with him, but his college roommate had precisely the same issues and he is most sympathetic.

The good, the bad, and the ugly. The movie was in the closest of 18 screens so not a lot of walking and we were all there on time. Silly 90% of the audience left during the credits. Driving back to my house with friend I passed my son in the bowling alley parking lot - smoking! This is a huge issue with me because I spent way to many hours holding a nebulizer to his face when he was a toddler after each and every time he was exposed to cigarette smoke. The doctor said this would be a lifelong issue with asthma a real possibility. I texted him letting him know what an awesome Mother's Day present that was. No, I do not feel bad about that at all.

Avengers was indeed awesomecakes and L and I had mimosas when I got home. The rest of the day involves relaxing, maybe catching up with some DVR queue items.

It's just not Mother's Day without your mom telling you how much happier you would be if she were eaten by a lion because then she would stop bugging you all the time.

A *lion.* That's colorful, mom!P-C. Damn colorful.

Smonster, do what you need to take care of yourself! Hang in there.

It's just not Mother's Day without your mom telling you how much happier you would be if she were eaten by a lion because then she would stop bugging you all the time.

She could just, I dunno, stop bugging you. Does a large predator really need to be involved? ...oh, never mind.

Laura, glad you liked the movie! Sorry about the bummer glimpse of your son smoking.

Thanks, y'all. The Xanax worked, but not exactly how I wanted - I've stopped freaking out, but didn't get anything else done. I did talk to my boss on the phone, but did not fess up to my slacking. I will have some time tomorrow to keep working on that project, but blecch.

And now I have the sleepies, and shall retire -stayed up late finishing a book last night.

And since I could use reminding myself of an accomplishment, I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.

I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.

Right the fuck on! I love you being alive and healthy on planet earth so I want to validate your choice.

Go you! Sunil, that kind of blatant guilt-fishing would make all "Oh, I see you read my letter to Santa(Or something...Indian-equivalent.") But I have been guilted by master guilters to the point that I don't *even* play with bush-league manipulation anymore.

Oh, wait, your mother wants to be eaten by the lion? I mistook her for my relatives for a moment, and thought the kid was supposed to be devoured. I certainly don't have many self-martyring relations. Homicidal, more like.