You know, if you're confirming my order, and include the original correspondence, which includes no less than 5 instances of my name, as well as account number in my name alone, it might inspire a little more confidence if you don't open with the salutation "Hello Doug,"

Have to wait until I get home to check balance information.....

Ooh, thanks for the intro, Jesse!

Yup, it was 2 this morning. The SO slept under the bison skin in the living room by the fire. The dog and I slept on the other part of the sectional, which was pretty funny, but also warm.

I still was startled by all the joggers in shorts and tank tops jogging the Mall when I was in DC. Joggers at home have that whole neoprene or fleece thing going on. I dunno what, but they're all covered up.

That photo is amazing, and I'm glad I can't see any more than that. Our good friend has a story where during his wife's C-Section at the penultimate moment he got excited and jumped up, thereby seeing past the screen and got all wobbly. His wife was all, "What's wrong with my baby?" and he was all, "Nothing's wrong with your baby, it's what's wrong with you!" He said later he'd seen parts of his wife even a husband should never see.

He said later he'd seen parts of his wife even a husband should never see.

Like the inside! Eep. I mean, the human body is great and everything, but I'm just as glad not to have seen anyone's organs, myself.

"Hey, that happened on House, too!"

That's what I first thought, too. Very cool scene.

Also, it's up to 19 here, but it feels fine out to me (in my puffy coat), because it's not too windy and it's nice and dry. I'm not saying I'm interested in going for a swim!

see that picture just freaks me out. it's yuck. I am not made for any birthing stuff. directly or tangentially.

I mean, the human body is great and everything, but I'm just as glad not to have seen anyone's organs, myself.

Right? Insides should be on the inside!

Our good friend has a story where during his wife's C-Section at the penultimate moment he got excited and jumped up, thereby seeing past the screen and got all wobbly. His wife was all, "What's wrong with my baby?" and he was all, "Nothing's wrong with your baby, it's what's wrong with you!" He said later he'd seen parts of his wife even a husband should never see.

That was kind of my experience. Except I knew better than to look over the screen but the anesthesiologist was all, "Look at your beautiful baby!" And I was thinking, "Okay, when they bring her to me on this side of the screen..."

Anyway, when I looked over there JZ was all turned inside out with the gutty wuts and whatnot. I could see the layer of yellow fat striated where it was pressed against the abdominal sheath.

I didn't want to see that!

I'm just as glad not to have seen anyone's organs, myself.

The two doctors invited to my sister's villa stay voted vehemently for a sister's-womb T-shirt, and she actually thought it was funny. However, I AM IN CHARGE, and I ain't printing that shit. She can organise her 50th if she wants.

I have another destination 40th this year that I'm quite looking forward to. My sister, unsurprisingly, has a slew of them.

ita, you're making me wish I had a destination birthday for my 40th. All I had was brunch.

I have six days of vacation I have to use before the end of March. I am torn between going somewhere and saving the money in case I end up leaving my job. I have a terrible time making up my mind.