I'm not all that into Christmas, but I'm mixing a Christmas show at the moment so I'm kinda stuck with it.

Most WTF comment of the day, pretty mild considering: I was telling Grandpa about D, and mentioned that he was kind of Jewish. He said," Well, he is or he isn't" and then he said, "He's gotta be Jewish or a Cracker." As far as I can parse that, I guess Jews aren't really white, but they're better than the other options? I wonder if that's what he said to my mon when she got engaged to my dad.

If I make it out of here without hearing him say the n word I will consider myself lucky.

On a happier note, when I opened the door to my cousin she was wearing the Van Gogh exploding TARDIS shirt; I was wearing my Doctor Hoo shirt. We went off and had hot beverages and donut muffins.

Now Grandpa is watching a preacher and reading the Bible, so I think I'll be disappearing into a book.

eta VICTORY! I asked him to play more old timey music for me. The Mills Brothers.

Mad skillz from under-cover reading as a child?

My most embarrassing youth reading moment was in high school when the bell rang for class change and everyone got up and left the room and I never noticed. The elderly teacher (who was my mom's poetry coach in HS), really hated having to let me know that I needed to close my book and move it before the next class came in.

We always brought books with us when we went out the door to visit anywhere. Both my parents were big readers and didn't think it odd that we would like to read when we got to where we were going.

I'm going to create a support group for Partners of the Mule-Headed. My stubborn and overly nonchalant boyfriend just rode his bike. Two weeks out from ankle surgery, still in a cast. I can't even. Headdesk is not strong enough. More like ::headanvil::.

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My stubborn and overly nonchalant boyfriend just rode his bike.

Really? Self. Preservation. Dude. Get some!!

I love the bathtub like pancakes.

14 years in this apartment and I've JUST NOW worked out a way to watch movies in the tub. It involves a step stool and a Mary Kay makeup mirror.

Sure, the picture is tiny and reversed, but Lost in Austen...in the tub!

Triumph!

Speaking of minor triumphs, I took a tumble on the sidewalk this morning. That isn't the triumph part, obviously. I turned my ankle while stepping out of a tree box and had to make a decision. The voice in my head told me that trying to stay upright would make it worse, so I took what turned out to be a fairly controlled dive.

My knees are a bit bruised and my right shoulder is a bit sore, but otherwise, I'm okay. Yay team winter bundling!

The woman I was walking with said that it seemed like slowmo going down and coming up.

The great part is that I totally controlled my emotional experience. I didn't panic with the what ifs or go into a dramatic spiral over the pain. I did a logical assessment and responded accordingly.

I was afraid that Cagney would take off when I could not hold onto his leash. Instead, he sort of freaked out and hovered over my head licking me and fussing. I hate to say it, but that made me feel really good!

I was afraid that Cagney would take off when I could not hold onto his leash. Instead, he sort of freaked out and hovered over my head licking me and fussing. I hate to say it, but that made me feel really good!

Once, when I was walking Kato, he stopped all of a sudden to paw at his Halti and try to get it off (every once in a great while he does that) -- he stopped *so* suddenly that I tripped OVER him. Like, catapulted over him and sprawled on the sidewalk on my hands, knees, and stomach.

I was so stunned by the impact that I just laid there for a moment, and Kato, because he is what I can only describe as empathetic, just laid down on the sidewalk next to me, with an air of "Oh, so this is what we're doing now? Not walking? Just lying here? I can do that!"

So cute. And so scary!

I've come thisclose to pitching over Cagney a couple of times.

Did it hurt for long?

I was sore for several hours, and because it was summer (I actually think it was my birthday, IIRC) and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, I scraped the hell out of my elbow, but it recovered.

Usually if Kato stops short, he's not in front of me; he normally walks by my side, so even if I wasn't paying attention to him, if he stopped short, I would just realize the leash was taut and 70 pounds of dog wasn't moving. The flip over him was unusual (and not an act I think we'll be taking on the road any time soon).

So cute.

He's such a sweet boy. I am lying down in the bedroom because of a migraine and resulting wooziness from drugs. If I'm in one of the areas of the house where Kato doesn't have access, and too much time has passed for his liking, he starts patrolling the hall, and eventually wants to be let into the room. Tim brought him in the bedroom and he came over to the side of the bed...with his teddy bear in his mouth. Awwwww.

(Of course, he also does plenty of not-sweet things, like the times he suddenly gets up from his bed, casually walks over to where we're sitting and stands there for just a moment and then casually walks away, only for us to realize after about 10 seconds that he apparently walked over to us for the express purpose of farting at us. Devious!)

Awwwww.

Adorbs. Such a luvah.

Cagney routinely gets up in my office chair...taking up 3/4 of it, while I perch on the edge of the seat. If I don't continually rub his belly behind me, he thumps his chin on my shoulder...just in case I've forgotten he's there.

Otherwise, he puts his noggin' on the armrest and snores like a beast.

I'm so grateful for his cuddliness.