I have a friend who, if you switched her TP from under to over, her cat would unroll the whole roll.

...no, seriously, what's in his cabinets? Jillifonts?

Um, it's not unheard of. Yes, we store our glasses upside down.

I tuck strangers' tags in all the time. I validate you people!

Today the StuntHusband came over and recorded 2 radio shows with me. Having someone else to bounce of of made it SO much easier.

Today the StuntHusband came over and recorded 2 radio shows with me. Having someone else to bounce of of made it SO much easier.

Yay! This is why "morning show" hosts always work in pairs or groups.

Sail, I'm so sorry to hear about Tucker. I also completely understand your reasons not to let people know about it here or over the phone.

Also, congrats to buffistas on weight loss!

Dear roommate:

No, you will not be "concerned of the possibility" that you'll get a job offer in Tel Aviv and start immediately, leaving me without a roommate, with a place to show other potential renters and looking for a new place for myself, all by myself.

You will fix a schedule and let me know in advance if such a thing will happen, because I will not pay for your rent. This is not one of the things where saying "I'm sorry" and make a cute face will get you out of it, especially not with me, who hates this getting cute practice to begin with.

Love you to a certain "oh don't even start" limit,
Me

Maria, Ginger, Aims, ChiKat, I just want to wrap the four of you up in a soft, fuzzy blanket and feed you still-warm chocolate pudding. Okay yes, I generally want to do that to any 4 Bitches in a given moment, but I want to do it more for you four, right now.

Also? My time away from B.org has left me constantly wanting to "Like" or "+1" everybody else's posts.

Everybody here should consider themselves to be constantly Liked and +1ed by me.

EDIT: Unless you find that cloyingly oppressive. In which case, I respect your boundaries.

Right. Right? Right!

Pfft. I'm old school. We were around a long time before FB. Use your words. That's what we're made of.

Hec, my words are all spent right now, so I'm just sitting here, giving you the thumbs up. Is it in an Aims way? Only the Shadow knows.

Apropos of everything and nothing, all at the same time, I keep thinking about you, billytea. And no, not that way. But I keep thinking about how many of us are in so much pain right now, and how a few years ago, that was you. And now you're a daddy, and a husband and your life if full of love. What I'm saying is, you're Buffista hope, personified.

The SO wants to put a jacuzzi in and I want a woodfired ofuro, but think either is unlikely. Well, mine is downright impossible, but you can't tell the heart what it wants.

And now I know I'm at b.org, because I have to go Google something.

Last night I dreamed I visited Jilli in her mansion/castle! And there was a zombie attack! Only, the zombie attack wasn't very serious. You just had to poke at the zombies with a pointed stick, and keep them far enough away so they wouldn't bite you. The zombies would eventually get better. Jilli wasn't phased by any of this, while the zombie attack was going on, she was putting on a puppet show.

There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place...

If any Buffistas have a hot tub or a big whirpool bath, pay for my travel and I will clean your house or other tasks, as long as I can spend two hours a night in your hot tub/bath with a bottle of wine. MMMK?

Erin (I think -- I ganked this off of a quote in someone else's post, but I saw the original -- I think it's Erin...)

You realize there are Buffistas counting their pennies right now. The thing is, they want to make sure they can watch you drinking wine in the tub, because...they're Buffistas.

So anyhow, when did ita add the [space] bang to her name?

I keep waiting for technicians to say he'd get better results not keeping his head up there, too, but, you know, dang managed care.

Oh erika's father. You're so...you.

Went and saw baby nephew today, who is now 22 and babe nephew. He looks so much like Scott, when Scott & I first met. He lives in Georgia and is an U.S. Army Ranger. He's a month out from his third deployment in Afghanistan. He and his girl took the train up to Boston and came to s-i-l's house for dinner, today. Before his first deployment, his sister accidentally poked him in the eye, and his tour was delayed for a month or two. I suggested to the girl, that she poke him in the eye. She admitted she was considering cutting off his big toe. I suggested lesser toes -- for the balance issues. Then the action hero nephew mention one of the men in his company is missing a leg. WTF? Missing a leg doesn't get you out of active duty???!!!

My only opinion regarding the toilet paper is if you use up the roll, you put on a new one, but I don't care which way you do it.

This is what happens to wives and mothers. I mean, over is my preference, because I am right thinking, but these days, I'm so happy (continued...)

( continues...) when it ends up on the hanger, that I can't even care about the niceties.

Fourteen months into Intuitive Eating (eat what you want, when you want, as much as you want, but pay attention to signals from your body about those; take time to notice how things make you feel as you eat them as well as how you feel after), and I am down 41 lbs. This is in spite of the fact that I still freak out about how eating like this is going to make me gain tons of weight. Every time the doctor has me get on the scale, I expect it to go up, but it keeps going down. At this rate, my turn to be young and pretty and skinny will start when I am 47.

Andi, I can't overemphasize how much this works. I didn't do it on purpose, but last year, over the holidays (so, the 2010 holidays) I got hella depressed. Whatever. That's just my brain. But this time, I lost my appetite for probably 2 months. When the depression passed, I realized, not only that I'd lost weight, but that my eating had changed so much, I had a chance to keep up the weight loss. I lost a ton of weight doing, basically, nothing. Like I'm a size 10 again. I never expected that. Contrary to current popular advice, I weigh myself every day. I eat what I want, when I want. I probably haven't actively lost weight in 6 months, but I don't really need to now (that is, I could shed another 10 lbs, but I'm good here, yo). It sounds crazy, but eff weight watchers and any other diets. I started listening to my body, and? It was fricking right.

Our bed is a freakish hybrid, because Tim wants his feet trapped and snuggly, and I need my feet to be free. So his side of the bed has the sheets tucked in tightly at the foot (by me; otherwise he just shoves them down there half-heartedly when he makes the bed) and my side is never, ever tucked in on pain of death.

For most of what matters here, I am Tim and Scott is Tep.

Oh goodness and now there are hodgeberries on my TiVo. Dear Joss, please to not make me ship siblings. kthanxbye.

I'm just leaving some laudanum for Jilli, on my way out.

Oh dear, I hate when my post makes my ass look fat in these jeans.

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Edited to rant without taking over the thread: Grrrrr. I hate mixing between words and verbs that are plural in form and meaning in Hebrew but singular in form or meaning (or both) in English (news, sky, water. All plural in Hebrew, all very common, and I still get them wrong from time to time even though I'm supposed to know this shit since the 10th grade or so).

Um, it's not unheard of. Yes, we store our glasses upside down.

Aigh. Okay, I'm not gonna start storing them upside down, but I bet I look inside them before I fill them up...

Shir, your English is still better than that of many people who speak it as a first (or only) language. Also

This is not one of the things where saying "I'm sorry" and make a cute face will get you out of it, especially not with me, who hates this getting cute practice to begin with.

you rock.

Dear Joss, please to not make me ship siblings.

Alas, that ship sailed long ago. I try to imagine that River's adopted or something. Did Joss do that deliberately or did it just... happen?