Debated about driving up to Boston to sit in front of the half shell for the 1812 overture, but decided Boston could wait until Sunday or Monday (Sunday there's no parking fees, Monday it's gonna be hella cooler, hmmm...).

After this morning, I decided that my cats were in heat. I don't know if fixed female cats can do that, but it explains the musk and the random weird yowling.

I'm curious as to how the reportage established that the baby was in fact a tasty one.

All babies are tasty babies. It's axiomatic.

Oh, in gardener's belated PSA: Impatiens Downy Mildew.

If you noticed your impatiens crapping out last summer, or even this summer, it's a fungus. Basically, don't ever plant impatiens there again, as the spores reside in the soil. You're good if it's in a pot and the soil is new, but otherwise be prepared for your impatiens to crap out sometime in September.

But it turned out nice

I love it!

VERY nice.

I'm curious as to how the reportage established that the baby was in fact a tasty one

Toe sampling. It's like you've never seen babies.

That looks great, sarameg!

I have a number of shirts that require inspection--not least of all because some of the text faces down, and sometimes right and left--the "Speak slowly, I'm a natural blonde" one is especially impacted by the terrain. But my Karma Chameleon shirt takes some people some processing time (as does my Dark Knight in chess set, etc). Coincidentally, last time I wore my Wonder Woman shirt with bon/bob I was asked if it was wrestling-related.

The cheek! Sheer, unadulterated, cheek!

Sorry about your grandmother, Jesse. Seems like a bad day to have to be at the ER with all the firecracker and bbq-related injuries.

It's just her throat thing, which is better than her heart thing, and it sounded like they got seen right away, so not the worst. But seriously, my poor mother!

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Ten clicks! Slap my hand up high!

When conversation turned to Brendan Behan, it occurred to me that he was one of the few people I knew of who could engage in extended self-deprecating humor without it sounding like pride in being a jackass on the one hand, or self-hatred on the other. Then it occurred to me that maybe the Irish, and Scots, and Brits and Welsh are better at that than Americans. Bob Newhart managed it sometimes. Do any other names (literary, stand-up comedian or whatever occur to you? Any nationality - not limited to English speaking.) Who else can do self-deprecating humor well without self-hatred or pride in jackassery?

sarameg, that is a lovely garden!