Well, I meant it more that family are the people you still love even though they don't act the way you want them to

I'm not more tolerant of my family's foibles than my friends', was what I meant. It's not a distinguishing factor.

I don't give a flying fuck what the family tree says.

You are lucky. I'm still annoyed that my family tree is forever marred thanks to my cousin's son, who named (or at least agreed to name) his daughter Bella Renee.

Notes from my day:

• I was told it was National Donut Day and given a donut. Chocolate with chocolate glaze and with chocolate chips (or possibly chopped up chocolate candy bar of some sort) in the center topped with some sort of chocolate pudding like filling. God it was good.

• Coming down Main Street I passed a parked car with three of those little people-in-my-family stickers, two parents and a kid, I think, only the people were Daleks

• DFI sent me something! I thought it might be an interview date before I opened it, but it was another invitation to apply, this time for a position in San Diego. I'm gonna mull that one over, I have until 6/20 to respond, maybe my employment situation will be sorted out before that.

• I have been to the grocery store twice in the last two days and still have not remembered to buy Aleve. I even put it on my list! And then didn't look at my list while shopping. Sigh.

Jilli that reminds me that the local upscale thrift store has a black and white striped silk capelet - I saw it yesterday but didn't note price or size. Should I fix that

makes incoherent squeaky noises while flapping hands at the monitor

Um, yes, please. Striped capelet!

I even put it on my list! And then didn't look at my list while shopping. Sigh.

Story of my life!

After my transportation clusterfuck this afternoon, and thanks to Day 1 being today, I have had chips and dip AND ice cream for dinner. Because fuck you, that's why.

I'm still annoyed that my family tree is forever marred thanks to my cousin's son, who named (or at least agreed to name) his daughter Bella Renee.

The cousin who named her son One, and changed her conventional name to something "fancy" and one letter off another cousin.

DONE WITH HER (that's not the whole rationale, but it's what I tell my mother). Once a year I have to give her a cake my mother sends for her, but she lives in Santa Monica and I am 364 days clear of her otherwise. My mother is pissed, but I don't have to have her in my life. And I certainly don't need to stop judging her.

I have had chips and dip AND ice cream for dinner. Because fuck you, that's why.

I salute your awesome dinner.

I have had chips and dip AND ice cream for dinner. Because fuck you, that's why.

I salute your awesome dinner.

I was wondering what to have for dinner, and now I think I know.

I guess now it's time for wine?

I guess so.

I didn't report that last night's dinner was a bowl of leftover Halloween candy, did I?