"Hey, Two-Legs, it ain't gonna rub itself!" We could all take a lesson from the way pets don't hesitate to ask for what they need.

SERIOUSLY. That is exactly what he would be saying if he spoke English. "It ain't gonna rub itself and it needs rubbin' as long as I'm conscious."

My stubborn and overly nonchalant boyfriend just rode his bike. Two weeks out from ankle surgery, still in a cast. I can't even.

He'll learn. Or he'll have no comeuppance, in which case your dire warnings will seem like overreaction. In any case, I doubt there's any way for you to impart any common sense that will work out well. He knows it's stupid; he's doing it anyway.

He just must feel so trapped and helpless and dependent, which will lead to Stupid Decision Time like nothing else.

I remember busting my ankle in high school (not near as bad a bust up as D had). It was right before finals week and I had a tap dance final. Somehow I hammered bottle caps into the plastic walking part of the cast and did my final anyway. I got an A on my final and a new cast to the huge disapproval and consternation of my mom.

I haz closet doors and tracks! Monday they (hopefully) will get installed. So, remember how mom moved to the retirement village close to me? And how she's seeing this guy who lives out of his van, who's a handyman with out steady work? Well. It seems said retirement village has a finite number of nights you can have an over night guest. And her neighbor is a nosy pain in the ass who kept track. So here it is, 40º nights, the holidays, and Mom's boyfriend is sleeping in a van. So, I offered for him to camp out in my living room so he could spend the holidays with mom. And, he's helping build the closet doors for me. So. Win win. right?

Definite win win!

Win win for sure!

My stubborn and overly nonchalant boyfriend just rode his bike. Two weeks out from ankle surgery, still in a cast. I can't even.

My guess is that this shows that his cast is really secure. My foot surgeon indicated that my body would let me know in a real hurry if I was overdoing. Of course after two weeks I was still lying in bed on pain killers afraid to put any weight on the foot, so she likely felt safe giving me leeway. She had a nurse on hand with smelling salts when she took out my stitches because she was afraid I was going to faint. Biggest baby on the planet here.

Nodding my head and smiling at bonny and Steph as a fellow mom of a demanding, snugly, huge animal.

I love Lost in Austen! I need to rewatch that!

Mom and Dad never had a problem with us taking books to the family Christmases, esp. since one of them was all like 30 people, many young loud children and drinking adults.

OK, let's see if I can get some editing done in a rec room. Usually I prefer dead silence and solitude, but that ain't gonna happen and I GOTTA get some work done while we're in Iowa.

Wish me focus!

I was allowed to take books to adult parties as a child, because otherwise I'd talk to the adults, and my parents didn't want that.

Unfortunately, I am no longer allowed to take books to parties.

I'm sorry if I have been posting too much about this lately. My uncle is back in the hospital again this morning. This time pneumonia and a temperature of 104. I'm really worried about him. I'm very worried about him, and my aunt and cousins who are very stressed out and barely speaking to each other at this point.

WRT to Christmas, which was supposed to be at my aunt's. We're now headed to Mom's instead of my aunt's, which means I have to rush to finish what I was going to spend today leisurely doing, drive to Mom's, and probably be a little late coming home for Christmas day with TCG's family, which is back here. TCG is unhappy, and I think I'm going to have an anxiety attack. Sorry to be so mememe.

it's not. sorry your uncle got sick again.