{{{Teppy}}} Nothing~ma for your mom. Calm~ma for you.

She's way more stressed than I am (perhaps that goes without saying, since it's HER liver, but then, some people are able to be chill about things like this, even when it's their own body [my mother is NOT one of them, on an epic scale]), and her description made it sound more like it's just a weird-yet-benign thing (according to what she said the doctor said, the ultrasound showed what looked like a "cluster of veins" on the surface of the liver), but still -- unusual things on an organ are NOT COOL.

I did tell her to google teratomas, though. Tim told me I was the worst daughter ever. But I was trying to help! I figured it would make her laugh AND she could say at least she doesn't have a teratoma in her liver!

However, Tim is making grilled cheese and tomato soup because it's the magical stress cure, so even if he thinks I'm the world's worst daughter, he's making me a sammich.

TCG is making me laugh to distract me from stressing out. I had to insist that he eat without me (because dinner was ready) while my friend was on the phone. Otherwise, he would have waited. In case I forget to mention it, I'm extremely lucky to have him.

He grilled you a cheese!

Fingers crossed for your Mom, Steph. And, it goes without saying, no teratomas. Though if I knew anyone with one, I'd be tempted to name it. Maybe Fred.

TCG is sweet too.

And, it goes without saying, no teratomas.

I told her, "Hey, it could be worse -- you could have a tooth in your liver!"

She wasn't comforted.

~ma for you and your mom, Tep.

Awww, TCG. Such a good one. And Tim, too.

For whatever it's worth, I can assure you that my own Southern experience has fuckall to do with bullshit GWTW chivalry myths or any of the rest of what comes with that version.

And she ain't just whistlin' Dixie.

I got my flu shot on Friday night, had to go to two places. It was the intradermal, and boy was my arm swollen and red and hot and itchy. I think it peaked yesterday though, and I never lost use of my arm, so I'm down with the intradermal.

I bitched about the weather on facebook, so I won't do it here. I'll just say oy, windburned face. And more of the same tomorrow.

Yeah, I feel for you out there, smonster.

My crazy photographer buddy who basically lives outdoors most of the year posted a photo of himself with icicles in his mustache and frost on his hair and beard from working out in subzero temperatures in Wyoming all day.

It's cold here, but I don't have to be out in it if I don't want to.

I am making no-bake coconut snowballs. It seems like the right thing to do.

he's a 6'4" straight, white dude and quite successful. Privilege and entitlement coming out of his ass. It's like he wants to live in Mad Men.

Well, I just discovered that my brother D would rather talk about disenfranchising stay-at-home-moms, retirees, and IIRC soldiers stationed in combat zones rather than participate in a discussion of all the terms in the Second Amendment. I swear, I feel like such an alien around them, I don't know why I even pretend to consider visiting Ohio.