The improv class was good -- I made a joke at my expense about sex with farm animals (hey, I had to go with the line my partner set up, so there you are [I mean WHY NOT make your first impression among 15 strangers an implication that you fuck sheep, AMIRITE]) and I was a deep fryer. Really.

HPV is super scary. In TMI territory, I know so many women that have had genital warts removed, including myself. In one case it took the life of a close friend's wife because it wasn't caught in time. Years later it dawned on me that at the time that I had the procedure to burn away the lesion I was living with my husband, who later died from AIDS. This was before we knew he was sick. Poor man was so freaked out that he may have infected me. I never was afraid at the time, no doubt too distracted with my fear for him.

Anyway, I am all about the vaccinations and preventive medicine in general. Much easier to stay healthy than get healthy once you have an issue.

The improv class was good

Yay! Super YaY! I've been waiting to hear all about it. More detail!

I'm glad it went well, Steph.

Laura, of course each of you were more worried about the other.

We did a lot of different exercises to introduce the idea of "yes, and," which means that you build on what your partner says/does. I ended up as a deep fryer in an exercise where one person at a time goes up, announces what they are ("I'm a tree!") and then a second person has to build on that ("I'm a squirrel on a branch of the tree!") and a third person builds on either or both of those. Only 3 people, no dialogue. And then the instructors tell 2 people to sit down and one to stay as what they are (like the squirrel) and it starts all over again.

In several rounds we got from a tree to 1 woman as a french fry and another woman as a chicken nugget, so I ran up, laid down on my back with my arms and legs in the air and announced, "I'm a deep fryer!"

My brain is so weird.

Perfectly logical progression, Steph.

Love it! That sounds like so much fun.

Steph, at first I thought you meant you were a deep fryer for the squirrel, which... well, them's good eatin'. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, it sounds like fun!

HPV is super scary. In TMI territory, I know so many women that have had genital warts removed, including myself.

Yikes, me too. In college. I didn't know that was HPV! Do I need to get a vaccine or something? Huh.

Generally the wart-causing strains are not the cancer-causing strains. The reason the vaccine is recommended young is they figure if you're old you've probably already got it and it's too late. But I figure I'm still sleeping with new people--I could get multiple strains!

And suddenly the word "strain" seems really weird to me. Tartlets.

So, lesson for today.

When Mom talks about taking E to see a movie in the town that is 45 minute ish away but she ahs to pick him up at noon and we'll eat lunch in the car.

Politely decline that part of the invivation and say you will meet them there.

It was frantic, frantic and Mom was relying on the GPS and then second guessing the GPS and she didn't get E enough to eat for lunch (wayyy too much fruit) so by th etime the movie was over he was in a sugar crash and hungry and I was cranky and she wanted to go to Big Lots.

Then it was "I'm hungry" from E. Then after stopping for a snack at the grocery store (and not just grabbing something easy) she realized it's Thursday, Thursday she feeds him there's no food in the house. So I got groceries and brought them back back.

Now I'm hungry and tired and over stimulated and verging on a melt down and trying to control it only I can't. I really need to eat but I feel like I have to wait to eat anything until E is fed so there's not another round of "I'm hungry" followed by "I don't want to eat dinner now I want a snack".