Oh, here's a nice thing: At Christmas, I bought this book that you're supposed to give to your dad to write stuff about his life. Obviously, my dad can't do that, but I hoped that I might be able to ask him the prompt questions and come up with something. It's worked more or less well at different times, but we had some extra time this morning, so I pulled it out and we had a really nice conversation about his father. And I could edit it into some good stuff to write in this book! I'm glad I can take his half-sentences and false starts and turn them into something.

I used to feed my cat Tiki Cat which comes in smaller cans so that you can feed a can a day.

I'll have to say that getting old and infirm is actually what made my cat lose weight. I can't recommend that.

That's great to hear, Jesse.

My lamb shank fits in the crockpot, hooray! I wasn't sure how that would work out, but now dinner is all set.

That sounds awesome Jesse--know the name? I feel bad I don't know more about my dad's stuff.

Is that like TPing, only stringier?

I read this in relation to the organ meats, not the yarn bombing, and was envisioning intestines everywhere.

I got up and ran this morning! I mean, for like 3 minutes at a time for about a total of 8 minutes but still. Better than none.

I am in awe of people who have dinner planned out! The DH returns tonight after being gone for 2 weeks, so K and I are basically eating eggs and cereal at home and hot dogs at the pool. My four year old gives me no inspiration when it comes to cooking dinner. It's all her fault I'm a bad mother!

Lee, if the poo at your work is what I think it is, it doesn't seem to be getting a lot of coverage from the perspective of where I sit. Maybe that's comforting?

My workplace situation is kind of bleak these days because of the lack of law students. I'm having lunch with a friend today (Lee, it's MWU) to see if she has any good ideas.

That's wonderful, Jesse.

Workplace poo-ducking~ma to Lee, and better-opportunity~ma to Sparky.

My lamb shank fits in the crockpot, hooray!

For some reason I first read this as a sort of marzipan-in-your-pie-plate-bingo type encouragement: My, lambshank in the crockpot, honey! I had no idea why you were saying it, but it was totally charming. Now that I've gulped down my coffee I see that it's an actual lamb shank that fits in an actual crockpot, which is less charming but a lot more practical.

Say hi to MWu for me!

I would make a pitch for the Dark side, but the timing isn't great on that one, is it?

You are right though--so far not a lot of press other than Above the Law

The book is this: [link] It's a lot of like, What did you learn from your father? and What was your favorite subject in school? and How did you and mom meet? Nothing earthshattering, but good conversation starters.

My little cousin's "plan donut" essay was made into a book! (I guess she probably wouldn't like being thought of as my "little cousin," since she's 13 now.) [link]

Day 2 of jury duty, woo hoo. Still hanging out and waiting to see if we are needed for a trial. There's a "quiet room" where jurors can work or read or just chill without the noise of the TV and people talking in the regular waiting area. So I brought my laptop and I'm getting some work done. But there is some dude who does not have an Inside Voice who is sitting right outside the door to the quiet room and just bellowing on his cell phone.

All of the people in the quiet room are my new BFFs, because we are considering going out there with pitchforks and torches to get him to shut the fuck up.

Except we couldn't get the pitchforks and torches past the security guard, so all we have is snark and bile.