Kindness and affection are way underrated these days, especially in a romantic partner. I think pretty much every male friend (er, all but one) that I talked to about DH before we got together gave me the unsolicited advice that I should withhold my affections if I wanted him to find me attractive. @@

Uggh, I thought I could make it through this course of ABs without digestive chaos, but no. My probiotics are apparently not up to the task, so I had to eat some emergency Greek yogurt today. I should stock up .

After I had 4 courses of antibiotics in 2 months for the Great Tooth Saga, my innards were fucked. So in addition to probiotics, I started brewing my own kombucha. Although it's not for everyone.

Kombucha, hmm. I just took my last dose, so I'm hoping things will improve from here, but I'm filing that for future reference.

My co-worker brews kombucha in large quantities, so she gave me a starter and instructions to brew it. My brother also pimps the beneficial effects of kombucha, and has for years. So I decided to give it a shot.

And since I'm on round 5 of antibiotics right now, my poor flora need all the help they can get.

bonny - Forgive the faulty memory, but is that the only time we've hung out f2f? B/c if so, damn. We so need to remedy that.

Just had a great hangout in KM's courtyard with KR and Daisy Jane and her DH and darling India and a couple of other neighborfriends who happened by. Have I mentioned I love my neighborhood? Because I do.

Tomorrow's plans: finish a side job, farmer's market, watch rugby with D, yummy Vietnamese food, maybe a movie, maybe swing dance, maybe a clothing optional birthday party/burlesque show.

Life? Kinda good.

Yay, smonster! I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night... I'm so far out of spoons right now, it's like I'm out of forks too. (To torture the metaphor.)

I'm kind of glad it's rainy this weekend so I can feel justified in slothing around, but also bummed because it is definitely not helping my mood.

Ryan had a big day today. Two events, both of which in the past have caused tearful meltdowns, navigated successfully.

In the morning, Ryan and I had a dental appointment. Six months ago, it took several minutes of tears before we could persuade him to open his mouth. This time I was hopeful it would go better; until I made the mistake of doing my check-up first. One high-powered plaque cleaning later, and Ryan was transfixed by the sight of a masked man forcing dental power tools into his supine daddy's mouth. My invitation for him to sit in the chair next was greeted with silent but vigorous head-shaking.

My second offer - that he sit on my lap instead - was a winner, and after assurances that the dentist was not planning anything so noisy with him, he opened his mouth pretty much immediately. He let the dentist use both the mirror and the pick. His reward was a clean bill of health. (Me too.)

However, a dental check-up was as nothing compared to the non-stop howling terror that was Ryan's last haircut. This time around, we gave it a week's lead-up - pointing out how long his hair was now, talking through his last experience, all that. And this afternoon, Biyi decided that it wasn't nearly high-stakes enough, and she proposed to cut his hair herself, using the electric clippers.

We discussed the options with Ryan, and he agreed to let Mummy give it a try. Taking a lesson from the dental visit, he sat on my lap again. Remarkably, it was a complete success. No tears, just a couple of protests when he felt Mummy had tugged his hair too hard, and he looks good too.

Our little boy is growing up.

Nora, we missed y'all last night, but I totally get it. It was hard to walk the two blocks over there. I had to put on CLOTHES and stuff.

I'd like to note that DJ's DH is the consummate sneaky bartender. He kept refilling everyone's wine glass without them noticing, and he was so grateful I got India to sleep that he brought me a flask of some delicious rye whiskey to sip. Srsly adorbs.

And that's why I'm a little hungover and running behind this morning. Oopsies.

I went out to the high school homecoming game and hung out with some folks from elementary, middle, and high school. It's our 20th reunion weekend. The big banquet is tonight and I didn't register, but then got a BUNCH of crap from a bunch of my friends and so it seems that if I can find a babysitter for tonight, Joe and I are gonna go.

Peer pressure. Nice to know it's still alive and well.

Gotta go find something to wear.

bonny - Forgive the faulty memory, but is that the only time we've hung out f2f? B/c if so, damn. We so need to remedy that.

Doesn't it seem weird to say that is true? It honestly does not seem possible that I've only seen your face once. Funny how friendship can be so many things.

And, yes, we SO need to remedy that. thinking, thinking