Teppy, feel better.

Jilli, tons of job~ma. It sounds like getting away from your current manager is for the best.

G was both exhausted and didn't want to go to bed, but he is there anyway. I grabbed a cookbook from the library, so I'll have something to look at while I wait for H to come home.

Just need to get this out somewhere, because someone is driving me nuts on facebook: There are these things called facts. There are also things called primary sources, which can verify facts. If all the primary sources directly contradict the thing that you heard, then the most likely explanation is that the thing that you heard is wrong. And being 80 years old does not make you a better authority than me on something that happened 100 years ago, especially if this is a thing that I have researched extensively.

God bless my fat doctor with the triple chins, I've never been scolded for my weight. He's given me pointed looks about my weight, but I just give them back to him, and we move on.

Unfortunately, he seems to be losing weight.

I don't understand why "Ellis Island" is obviously synonymous with "when he came to New York."

forgive me for asking this, but is your sister goddess sized by chance? There have been studies that doctors mistreat larger patients routinely. It is fucking ridiculous.

Bingo.

Hil, I don't even know her and she was driving me crazy. Because, honey, someone she knew once said that his grandfather, only he came in in Boston and not New York, but that means it was exactly the same at Ellis Island, because it was really crowded there!

God, Brenda.

Well, now she's not discussing it with me anymore, because I'm getting too angry.

Clearly facts make you angry, Hil.

My favorite comment she made (after calling you "honey") was "Well, I don't have written information, but I KNOW it happened."

So much facepalm.