Which means I have to be extra careful about commenting, because I do not want to cross the streams!

Can you comment anonymously?

Sorry to interrupt but I want to watch the most recent season of Bones and it doesn't seem to be available on iTunes or Amazon? Anyone know if you can get it online?

Bones doesn't start until November.

thank you - I guess I had seen commercials and assumed it was on. I sort of tuned out last season but feel like trying again.

OK, here is a picture of the weird creepy purse.

It's probably by the goth/alternative brand "Demonia", and is a favorite of mall goths who want to come across as EDGY and HARDCORE. Yes, I knew exactly what it looked like before I got to the photos.

So as you all know, I have reported with much bogglement Emmett's growth over the last year as he is now 5'9", 180 lbs and very strong. And also he's a lummox and a 15 y.o. boy with bounding energy and a deep-rooted need to roughhouse.

Last week Emmett wanted to demonstrate how long his fingernails were so he took a swipe at me - you know, like a cat - and gouged me so badly I had two deep, bleeding scratches in my forearm. You know - like a cat scratch.

Then he stood there in a state of genuine apology, teen snickering and amazement. Dumbass!

Much lecturing on him being more careful, and more conscious of his body size and strength. Also, cut your nails.

The biggest issue is he just has not processed his body size weight and strength. So he goes to tickle Matilda and accidentally jabs her in the armpit and she cries. He stumbles over things, bumbles into walls and takes up all the space when he stretches out.

Then yesterday, he heedlessly leaned on a corner of the kitchen where the tiles were loose and knocked a huge chunk of them down. He wasn't running around. People lean on walls. The plaster was old. Still, it's like that. Mindless directionless energy and way too much throw-weight.

So, today, he comes at me like boy-zombie mumbling, "I wanna hug." Which means in Emmett-ese, "I'm going to throw a bear hug on you and grapple with you, even though you're obviously in the kitchen trying to make lunch."

So I'm fending him off and he lurches me into the wall and I cut my forearm again where it was previously scratched on the jagged plaster from where he knocked down the tile!

Then, as I'm telling him to "Stop Doing Things!" he pokes at the gash in the tile and brings down a new rain of broken plaster.

His comment after I berated him and ordered him to sit on the couch and do nothing more active than breathing?

"Hulk sad."

Looks like I'll be able to go back home tomorrow! Mom thinks she is going to be OK on her own. If she were just drinking more water, I'd be completely unworried about it.

Maybe I need to talk to my aunt.

Heh! I mean, I'm sorry for your injuries, Hec, but ha! Poor E with his hitherto unexpected superpowers of adolescence.

Oh, good, Theo.

Oh, god, I just choked on a pepperoni.

Poor teenage boys, but the response is awesome.