Hubby is watching a Peter, Paul, and Mary special on PBS--yay, pledge week!--and he's getting all teary remembering his youth. I'm only four years younger than he is, but I don't have the emotional reaction to these songs. Then again, I was a naive, inattentive kid growing up in an isolated rural area. He was a military kid eyeball deep in the Viet Nam war and what it did to his family.

Huh, my serious boyfriend in college was a Navy vet who helped with the evacuation of Seoul. I got a couple of nights with him, too, of stealth memories and holding a weeping man.

edit: duh, not Seoul, that's Korea. What was the capital of South Vietnam? Oh, yeah, Saigon. Sort of sounds like Seoul.

Scrappy, sorry about your crappy news.

I'm still way back at the doctor 7 min thing. Grace gets way more than 7 minutes, I think, but I totally want to time it. I get totally LESS than 7 minutes. So I guess we balance it out. The only doc where I consistently get both more than 7 min AND where my time is totally respected is my dentist. He schedules in blocks of .10 increments and actually sticks to it. I was scheduled for an hour long block yesterday and I was in and out before my 60 minutes were up. It was awesome. Except for the filling part. That sucked.

My mother was just telling me they added motion sensors to the alarm because the orchids were being stolen.

Scrappy, so sorry about the news. I hope for much pep.

I was thinking it wad so nice to be seeing some of the people I'll see here for not a funeral...and one of my cousins will be coming to the villa straight from one.So I feel worse because at least I'm not going to one.

My mother could not stop laughing at my sleep wear. I'm wearing this: [link] with polka dots and bows and men's boxers with the batsignal across the front. And socks, in the heat, just in case my feet swell from the flight again. That wasn't pleasant last time.

I'll be sharing a room with "the guy kids...what are they called? Boys?" (my sister, not seeing gender, or rather, fumbling English) at the villa, because otherwise I share a bed, and homie don't play that. So I'm getting my doof on at my parents' house.

Good, I'm tired. Night.

I like your mother's sense of humor. I think I would be giggling too. BTW, I cannot believe you sleep in that bra thing. Is that really comfortable? I'm intrigued and in awe.

It's amazingly comfortable. Provides light support without feeling binding or constricted. I just wish it didn't have a peephole and was full length. I'll need a shirt over this for sharing with the guy kid in the other bed.

Skipping oh-yet-again because, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is billytea's birthday.

Happy birthday, bt! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Happy Billytea Day! May it be wondrous and filled with interesting and improbable animals.

Happy birthday, BillyTea!

Thank you!

Happy Billytea Day! May it be wondrous and filled with interesting and improbable animals.

I'm currently rewatching Wild China, so... yes! Witness, for instance, the hot spring snake, which lives a cold-blooded existence at an altitude of 4,500 metres on the Tibetan plateau, catching fish in geothermal springs.

Now we have hamsters the size of ping pong balls. Earlier we had bamboo bats, the size of bumblebees; they nest in hollow bamboo stalks.

And now the ice festival of Harbin. I would love to take Ryan to see that someday.

Happy birthday, billytea! Another couple of hours, right?