Aw, Ginger, that's really rough, even though you are a stone badass. Meltdown totally understandable, and I wish I could bring you some whiskey and/or ice cream and make you feel better. Stupid Kaiser.

erika, forever is long indeed. But I'm glad you're getting more forever, anyway.

beth, diabetes is a sneaky bastard, it can hurt you bad. You manage the hell out of that diabetes, bring that bad dog to heel and don't let it bite you, okay?

And I usually am singing stupid songs I make up on the fly.

Hah--my family TOTALLY does this, all random opera "I'm doing the DIIIIIIISHES, why dost thou not CLEAAAAAAN the TAAAAAAABLE?? la la la"

My family is like this too! Including the random operatic arias. One of us can actually sing, but she doesn't usually bother. We make up little songs about what we're doing. I sing the Tuna Song when I'm giving my cats a tuna treat, and they come running. They know the Tuna Song.

Sometimes, I sing songs from musicals. Even the cats are embarrassed for me.

My father liked to make up songs. The most famous was when my mother made him apologize to me and my brother for saying "shit" in front of us. He turned it into a song. I still remember the key phrase:

It tears my heart to piece-es
That I slipped up
and said the nasty word for feceeeeeeees.

Zenkitty said the things I wanted to say, but better.

Vortex, that is pretty magnificent.

I adulted like a BOSS today. Went to the bank and the vet, paid bills, did my morning fitness routine (not as fancy as it sounds), went to yoga, asked someone I want to be friends with to tea, washed two loads of laundry AND FOLDED AND PUT THEM AWAY. And changed the flapper on the toilet, which has been leaking for months. Let's hope that fixed it.

gold star for you smonster

Ah, Vortex, the more I learn about your dad, the more I think he was the bee's knees.

Ginger. I have nothing useful to say. In my head I'm just sitting with you.

I just had a piece of perfectly crispy toast with butter on it. I wish for everyone here to have one of those simply perfect moments, the kind that make you feel no matter how shitty every thing else is, at least you had that one piece of perfect toast. Or perfect pudding. Or perfect music on the radio. Or whatever. YperfectionMV

One Perfect Moment. I collect those.

I did Mavis Beacon in Elementary school, but then really learned to type when I discovered the Internet in Junior High. I got my first job out of college (my day job when I was in LA) because I could type acceptably quickly. My skills consistently impress the under-16 crowd. We also all had to do home ec (both cooking and sewing years) and shop in Jr Hi. But I really learned how to sew and use power tools doing theatre.

Ginger, I have to believe that having those moments is not Making It About You. If you took up residence in that space, then it is. And you have totally earned whatever freakouts you need.

Smonster, go team adulting!

Andi! The Arthur Shappey Theory of Happiness! I get to quote Cabin Pressure! (which, despite having ended, is STILL the best thing):

Arthur: [...] I'm fairly often just completely happy. Like, for instance, when you get into a bath quickly and it's just the right temperature, and you go "ooooh". I mean really no one gets any happier than that.

Martin: What a depressing thought.

Arthur: No, no, it's not though, because those sort of things happen all the time, whereas you're hardly ever, you know, blissfully happy with the love of your life in the moonlight, and when you are, you're too busy worrying about it being over soon, whereas the bath moments, there's loads of those!

Hah, I like that philosophy! I love baths, but haven't been taking many because I'm out of Lush bath bombs. Also, I think I should start listening to Cabin Pressure. I've downloaded the first couple of episodes and it's been sitting on my laptop for a while.

I love baths, but the standard bathtub is too short for me to lie down in. I'm either sitting up or lying down with my knees sticking out. I need a longer tub or a deeper one.

Both would be good. I crave one of those big, old-fashioned, claw-footed bathtubs.