Okay, now I'm rilly rilly finished. Except the office. But I'm not touching the office today.

Oh, hey, I just found a line.

One of my sister's friends is suggesting that her ex use a picture of her uterus as his shirt.

Am I being stuffy thinking that's...that's weird?

I was going with this: [link]

And by weird I totally mean gross.

I don't think you're being stuffy so much as showing common sense.

There was a very happily vocal little toddler at the Japanese restaurant where I ate lunch today who was eating her dipping sauce with a spoon as if it were soup.

Boys are running late. Heading over to the venue now.

I'm trying to think of a really awful (as in car crash awful) recent comedy (TV Series). Don't know why I'm mentally blocking out... (Not a particular one - any will do, as long as it has both male and female stars who are at least nominally supposed to be attractive, and it is indisputably godawful.)

why does such a picture exist? and no, just no.

My gramma had a tree fall on her house from the Long Island tornado, the same day my parents drove down to take care of things. So, like, every news station has a truck parked outside her house.

My horrible aunt and uncle show up (the ones who stole 40,000 dollars from her), not to see if she's okay, but to ask my dad if he'll buy out dearest uncle's half of the house, convince my addled gramma (whose house smells of unsavory bodily odors and is filled with trash because she refuses to throw anything out) that she really doesn't want to go live in a nursing home, then tells my dad that he doesn't really care where his mother ends up, and absolves himself of the new mess he just created and leaves.

So, the question is: is it better to get Grams in a nursing home near her remaining friends and family, but also within hissing distance of horrible uncle, or bring her up to where my parents live, away from her remaining friends and her sister, but also out of reach of horrible uncle who keeps fucking with her head?

Unrelatedly, if you've fractured ribs, how hard is it to get your shoes and socks on and off?

edit Nevermind.

Juliebird, I don't have any answers for you but it sounds like a whole lot of no good.

It exists because the surgeon who removed my sister's fibroids is a bit weird, and then my sister is a bit weird, and then her ex is a bit weird, and now my sister's doctor BFF is ALSO VERY WEIRD.

I don't actually care if all three of them are weird enough. I'm pretty sure I'm not making a shirt with a womb on it.

Of course, I rifled through almost every picture I have hard and soft copy of, and I almost posted this to tumblr before I realised it was probably weird.

At the time the picture was taken, and for a year or so afterwards, it was one of my favourite pictures ever. But now no one talks to the other two guys in the shot, and Colin is the only person who can talk about them without vitriol, but still--they are excised entirely from everyone's lives.

That red eye? That's not light bouncing off his retinas. That's a channel to the depths of hell. Direct non stop. Evil.

is it better to get Grams in a nursing home near her remaining friends and family, but also within hissing distance of horrible uncle, or bring her up to where my parents live, away from her remaining friends and her sister, but also out of reach of horrible uncle who keeps fucking with her head?

Juliebird, it sounds like what you need is to set up a trust for your grandmother with your parents and her sister as the trustees. Then your thieving relatives can't touch her resources, and she can stay, if she wants, near her friends and sister. If she has no control over her money, your horrible uncle might leave her alone.

But it has to be done without him knowing, so he won't muscle in. He might, I fear, even try to do that sort of thing himself--it's not uncommon.

Your dad needs to get power over her affairs asap, because she's not competent to manage them herself and her other son is going to defraud her.