So, the Indian engagement party I went to on Sunday for one of Tom's co-workers has been called off. By her (the co-worker). Apparently her fiance annoyed her so much in the 6 days he was here from Chicago that she realized she couldn't spend the rest of her life with him. It was a traditional arranged marriage thing. His family is PISSED. (understandably so, I suppose.)

Did you get better vibes off New Dentist, Steph?

Soon, my internet access will be limited to iPhone for a few days. Today is pack it all up and move to new place. And the internet/cable guy doesn't show up at new place until Sunday afternoon. ::whimper:: How will I survive?

Be strong, omnis! I've heard that humans survived without the Internet for *months at a time* in the ancient past! Build a fire and cook some meat over it, that'll help get you in the primitive mindset.

Husband's mother called this morning at 7:45 to see if he'd looked at a website she sent him yesterday.

I guess telling her to back the fuck off would be bad familial relations.

Tons of calm~ma and spoons~ma to all who need them, with an extra dose of don't kill your mother-in-law ~ma to Dana.

I spent the last hour or so trying to find the spats store I found on Portobello Road when I was in the UK. They're great for covering up my leg braces when I'm dressed up. I had no idea they were also called gaiters, and when I figured that out I finally found an online store that sells the ones from the Portobello shop. Anyway, after all the time it took me to find them, I thought I would share the link here in case anyone else was interested.

sj, those are really cute!

You know how you're not supposed to text and drive? I just saw someone having an ASL video chat while driving. Holding the phone in one hand, signing with the other, so NO hands on the wheel.

I've been pretty productive today, which I am proud of. I am especially proud of talking (texting) Joe with some things that I need him to do that will help me be not quite so broken.

But Em broke my heart this morning and I am feeling a bit weepy. I love my girl. I adore her and can't imagine anything without her. But she can be a handful. Lately, all she wants to do is take care of me. She has such good intentions but all of her endeavors make such a freaking mess and, being 7, she leaves it, which gets me all flustered and pissy. Coffee grounds on the floor, water on the floor, dried oatmeal in two rooms.

So this morning I told her I appreciated it but she made such a mess that it kind of makes me mad and she started crying and said that she is just trying to make me happy, which evaporated the mad and made me sad because making me happy IS NOT HER JOB. She's 7. Her job is to play and do what I tell her. Not to take care of her totally broken mommy.

There are a few of us in Natter and Bitches who talk about being the adult children of mentally ill parents and having the same bahaviors and coping skills as adult children of alcoholics. I hate thinking that could be Em in 20 years. And it depresses the shit out of me.

And UGH! Self-involved brain dump.