I think I only really go full Illyria when I have some kind of stomach bug. I hate, hate, hate, HATE to throw up , so much so that I suffered through several hours of stomach cramps this morning until my husband made me just get up and do it.

Now I slept for three hours and have a fever. And I've spent so much time lying in bed that my muscles hurt.

So mac woke up yesterday and got sick. we stayed home. I started not feeling great around three and took to bed. I swear, I slept almost straight through from 4pm yesterday to 10am today. Mac still had a low fever this morning at 7, so no school and no work for me. He feel better now, I feel like their are weights in my head and no food sounds good, but I am hungry - so far I've had 2 bowls of cereal and a decaf iced tea.

I have watched all the tv -( SCANDAL!! , and I liked the first 2 eps of Parenthood - Haddie at college, GONE! ptuie on her is all)

My room is a disaster and I though maybe I could rally a good half-hour/45 min of cleaning up in there, but sloth.

msbelle, is that a Parenthood spoiler for this season?

I think at our school 4th graders and older are allowed to walk home by themselves, if you sign a form saying so. But I never see any kids not being met by a parent. Casper could do it, but I don't really trust her to wrangle Dillo home.

(I love that Suela explained CCD - as someone from New England I can't recall not knowing what that is - but it took me a while to figure out what VBS was when I moved to the South. (Vacation Bible School.) Of course, I still misread RPG as rocket propelled grenade in fannish contexts, so perhaps I am somewhat impaired.)

um, I guess, I edited.

I love the Buffistas. The Hivemind knows everything.

SO TRUE.

At 8 to 10 y.o., I would walk to a mile to Kmart with a blank, signed check from my mom to buy her cartons of cigarettes and Stayfree maxi pads. Several times. Never had a problem at all!

Timelies all!

I'm so sorry, Frank.

I have zero remembrance what CCD stands for, but I had to do it (though for us it was Sunday school)

I recall walking to school, as well as breaking open my piggy bank and adding up the pennies (mostly) and rejoicing at the nickels or dimes, and going to the local candy store a block or three away...when we lived in South Dakota, so I was 5-6 years old.

But then when we moved to Indiana, there was nowhere to walk to (and no sidewalks). I would ride my bike around the neighborhood though.

I'm trying to think...is there anyone to whom I'd complain about their mother? I think not. There are people I avoid, in fact, because I hate their mothers, and I fear it would come up, and I don't want to lie. But even if they started the trash talking, I don't know if I could complain about my experiences with their mother.

I thought maybe my sister's friend complained about Mumsy to me because that's the sort of relationship she has with my sis, but my sister's pretty adamant and defensive of the 'rent, so that ain't it. How odd.

I am glad I got a chance to partially defuse it, but the weird thing is--she hasn't complained to my sister, her friend of 15 years. Just me, while we were waiting for our flight out of Kingston together.

My sister maintains...that's just not cricket.

When I was a kid, there was no possibility of walking to a store. The nearest store was a ten-minute drive away. Even my school was out in the middle of farm country. I had no independence until I got a car. Which may explain why having my car with me is so important to me.