Dear MiL - If you would like to know if there are any plans for Emeline's birthday this weekend, maybe your call/IM/text/whatever should be TO HER PARENTS instead of your ex-husband.

Just saying.

Dear Self - Pay attention to the FB chat you're in. For instance, you might post a paraphrase of the above comment and forget your MiL was on the chat.

Ooops.

My Cat From Hell.

I am a weepy little Crankenstein today. I need to get out of the house and get what little sunlight there is today on my retinas. I'm mostly useless, but I've managed to do the one thing I really had to do, namely, calling a roofer, because -- hi, bonny! -- my roof also developed a leak in last night's storm. Now i have a drip in the upstairs hallway. It's undoubtedly worse in the attic, but there's nothing I could do up there anyway, so I'm not struggling to get myself up the ladder and see. They can't come until Monday, though, so let's hope there won't be any more heavy rain before then.

I picked the roofing company because of their name: Askew's.

The lady who answered the phone pronounced it "ASK-yous".

I am not cranky. Today. But I've gotten some stuff done and the office is closing early.

Just to show how stupid it's possible to be:

Yesterday morning the news radio was full of dire forecasts about the weather, the holiday traffic, how awful it was going to be. To do on-the-spot reports on the weather and traffic, a TV crew set up. Right where a major road feeds into I-95 (where, of course, much of the holiday traffic IS). They set up their super-bright lights. Just where anyone coming off the major road onto I-95 would be blinded by lights glaring into their eyes.

The traffic report had a notice that there was congestion and tie-ups right there.

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Aims... Oh boy. You have my sympathies.

I am personally not cranky on the grounds that I am rummaging through my collection of fabric scraps for things I can use to make a cute and/or pretty patch for an arm sling that someone at work wears. I'm making a mess for a good cause!

Sorry about the mil stress, Aims.

Last cycle I didn't have any bad side effects from the fertility meds. This month I'm weepy and full of rage. The only difference is I didn't use the Ovidrel shot last cycle and this cycle I did. Anyone else take an Ovidrel shot and had an emotional side effect?

Family fun: My Mom just took an email that was actually a reply to me with her added to invite us to a social thing. Mom somehow decided that my sending the original mail from one account and already replying again meant that she should send her reply to the other email account I have with the stupid name that I really never want to be associated with work or people that I am a grownup around.

Why?

That makes no sense and she hasn't emailed back when I asked and stated again that I prefer to use the gmail address that is simply my name.

I don't like my worlds colliding. I especially don't like when people are throwing them into each other intentionally for no reason.

Butternut squash soup is done!

Yum! I just finished making the sausage stuffing and the apple nut variety. (Well, Bobby made the sausage one) Also did some more prep stuff and washed too many pans and bowls. Enough for the night.

Feet up and wine glass in hand.