OMG this Monday is SUCH a friggin' Monday! Baby was up at 5:30 AM, there was an early morning work crisis, we tried again to do a potty training bootcamp (FAILED), trying to put an offer in on a house buy my broker is taking her sweet ass time getting the pre-approval letter in, Shane had a dental appt (and it was like a scene out of the Exorcist). I will end my day with a progesterone shot in the ass (upcoming baby try this Thursday OMGOMGOMG). CALGON TAKE ME AWAYYYYYY

They are GORGEOUS, but they seem expensive and high-maintenance, and after so many years with ordinary guys, I don't think we'd have much to talk about after some quick, athletic sex.

More like the cabana boy you spend half your salary on, but SO WORTH IT.

so the woman I'm temping for had her baby via C section Friday (I think) so it looks like I'm going to be at the job for about 8 weeks.

I wish I could get excited about this but for some reason it's just something I'm not enjoying all that much (although the people are nice). And I've decided to put off going back to school until next semster, I wasn't able to get everything squared away in time.

I... Am sure I had things to say. But can't think of them. But hi. I'm reading here all the time.

but they seem expensive and high-maintenance,

Not so much on the high-maintenance in my experience, but yes, expensive.

I... Am sure I had things to say. But can't think of them. But hi. I'm reading here all the time.

Uh, here too, but heat has sapped my higher brain function.

erika, heh. Now I'm imagining a Kay Howard parenting column and... well, not actually imagining it. Just delighting in my complete inability to imagine it.

And, yeah, the more I think about it the more right it seems that Lydia grew up, wandered a bit, and ended up in San Francisco.

Matilda update: the new medicine is going fine, and she took her third dose with only minor prompting and barely any bullying at all, which is good because my mom left and Hec isn't back yet and I'm just not up to soloing both the good and bad cop roles. And she gave me a moment of folkie parent nirvana earlier today: on our way out and about on errands she sang along with every song on Greg Brown's Bathtub Blues, and when we got home in the middle of "Young Robin" she said plaintively, "Can we stay in the car a minute? I want to hear the whole song." Oh, my heart!

Princess Dobbycry apologized for not responding to me earlier, saying work was crazy and she didn't check that e-mail address often. Then she said she'd been in touch with other folks and she was hoping to have a game night in the near future. No response at all to the pie or any sort of individual connection. So, meh, whatever.

She wants to invite you to a game night! That's good. If I were her, that would mean that she's interested in you but she hasn't decided to commit to being interested in you so she's planning to see you again but with other people around as a buffer in case she decides not to be interested in you then she won't have to break up with you but it still leaves open the possibility of starting to date you. See?

Also, game night is kinda like a road trip, with less danger. It lets you see the other person's personality and how compatible you might be. You get to see them under pressure, you still get to stop for snacks, but you won't have to ditch them at a 7-11 outside of Fayetteville just to save yourself. Not that I'm projecting or anything.

Yeah, that requires a "Hey, keep me in the loop for game night! That sounds fun. What games were people thinking?"

(If you ask a question about something the person is doing or interested in, especially when it is the last sentence of your response, you are more likely to get a conversation going, albeit it a shallow one.)