My friend K was in a bad car accident years ago and she lost her memory. She has regained most of it, but there are still gaps.

I know a woman here who is a total powerhouse but was in a terrible accident years ago and this is apparently what she is at 75%. She was a corporate raider of some flavor. Now she championships for the environment and wildlife corridors. I fear what she was at full power. But, yeah, she's different. And her life and goals are different.

What a lovely thing, Laura. Happy baby news.

Welcome to the world, Negasi! May you and your parents be blessed.

In other news, the petcare manager got a text from a woman I absolutely loathe today saying that she heard I'd been bitten by a dog and that I ordered it put down.

Oh, FFS. I think Typo Boy has the right idea. Facts and a warning. I'm not sure you even owe her an accounting.

I gave myself a rainbow glitter mani for Southern Decadence.

Oh, FFS. I think Typo Boy has the right idea. Facts and a warning. I'm not sure you even owe her an accounting.

Typo's advice is good. I'll keep it in mind.

I sent her a message on facebook recounting the actual facts...because I was peeved. But, it went into her 'other' folder since we most assuredly are not 'friends', so she may not see it.

I love that I live in a village, but what that means is that word does travel. I have wracked my brain though and simply can't imagine who would have told her that.

bonny, you just reminded me to check my "other" FB folder. I had a message. From a guy in Arizona hitting on me. Ummmmm, ok. Why can't it be a local? And wtf. I thought my profile was pretty locked down. Will have to check security again.

My profile is wide open and there were a few truly 'other' messages in there, including one of a guy hitting on me.

Any such gesture immediately sends up flags for me, so I didn't even see where he was from.

I'd never seen my other folder until today.

Wow. I just danced the hell out of tonight. Still wish I was in New Orleans having fun with friends, but ah well. Danced a lot. With some awesome folks. Including one new dude who I ended up polka-ing with. Even though I don't know how to polka. It worked out after a couple minutes. Now my legs are so tired I can barely move them, as I lie here in bed. Wow.

Also had a few drinks. Mmm, drinks but WHY WHY WHY is the one person who is a fucking amazing dancer, and who I have chemistry on the dance floor with like whoa, a complete ass? I mean damn. I danced a few dances with her and its so hot, but I know she's a jackass. Boo.

bonny, thanks for the reminder about the other folder. I checked mine and found an Amazon gift card from January from my bff. Funny thing is, she had asked a while back if I had gotten it, and since I was expecting to get it through email rather than Fb, I didn't think to look there.

Found gold! What a lovely surprise, Andi.

Okay, here I go with the unexpectedly difficult editing test. If it's too crazy, I'm going to just start inserting swear words. But in a grammatically correct way: "The fucking patient was administered benazepril 10 mg for his goddamn hypertension." Boom.

meara, I love reading about you dancing until you drop. Sorry the hot dance partner is a jerk. I hope you are able to pretend she is a complete stranger while dancing. (and of course keep it that way)

Sounds like a plan to me, Steph! Also good luck.