I am home, my cats are nuts, should fall down soon.

I'll deal with the dried barf tomorrow.

The CDC is wrong: the baby boom ended in 1964.

I thought it was 1963, but yeah-I thought it was before my time.

I guess they think it might be because repeat use needles and syringes were used back then, and maybe not cleaned that well.

Memory is weird. About 25 years ago or so the doctor alerted my parents to some need to test for Hep C, but now I can't recall if it was just my mom, because she had Hep B, or just my mom and me, because of all my travels, or everyone in the family.

I can see the sense in getting a hep C test done, and I probably will, but man I don't want to.

I don't tend to do so well with the tests for major diseases.

There was a poster about the Hep C thing in either the Atlanta or Flint airport this week, I forget which. Probably Atlanta, what with the CDC connection and all.

I didn't realize you could have Hep C and not know it. I know someone with Hep C and it was a real problem (until the current treatment regime was developed), so I thought it always caused symptoms.

Maybe he's waiting for Pi Day, Tep!

(I waited for the super romantic day of...some weeknight that ended with -day, dressed up in my fanciest cotton panties and raggedy T, took some chic ambien and ate some sexy broc-and-cheese, and proposed in really suave manner with my mouth full. "So, whaddaya think about maybe gettin' married one day?"

Him: "I'd...kinda planned on it."

Me: (Chewing) "Oh, cool."

...

"Are we...like, engaged"

"Um, I don't have a ring. But...yeah? If it's OK with you. I mean, I was going to ask soon."

"Oh, that's sweet." (chew, swallow...brain activity vaguely flickers through sleep meds) ....

"OH MY FUCKING GOD ARE WE GETTING MARRIED? FOR REALS?"

"Yep."

"CAN I TELL PEOPLE?!"

"Well, sure, darlin'."

"Holy shit, I think I just did the worst marriage proposal ever. Inadvertently. In ugly underwear, with cheese on my chin. BUT I AM GETTING MARRIED! TO YOU! I LOVE YOU!...You know you're marrying an insane woman, right?")

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But...I hope I'm not being too intrusive, or that I am going senile because you've addressed this before...have you guys had the, "Yeah, we think marriage is a thing we wanna do one day" talk?

I admit, I would have liked a proposal. Very much. And a more weddingy wedding, and like, a ring and a honeymoon. But OTOH, D might have been sitting around with his thumb up his ass for another six months.

They tested for Hep C when I was preggers, don't know if it was my '54 birthdate or because of my history, or routine.

I opened the marriage discussion because I knew he wanted kids and math was not on our side if we didn't get busy. A customer made our rings and he did the proposal thing when we got the jewelry. If my age wasn't a consideration I would have been more patient.

OMG, is anything more boring than database updates? I think not.

Database updates pay my salary. But yeah, they are pretty boring.

Actually, since I'm a developer, I create the tools for others to do database updates. Database updates for the masses!

Which, still boring.