Do you have any snow left outside? Do you have any colored sugar syrups of any kind in the house? Dude! SNOW CONES!!!! (yes, still in 12 y.o. mode. Let's just call it "Thursday")

Ha! I have a six foot snow bank in front of my house. I settled for baked beans.

TCG is headed home now.

So I can have my very own rendition of Billy Joel singing Happy Birthday, to ME! I may have to make a ring tone of it, to be used one day a year.

That is pretty cool.

I just have a wake up song. But that gets a bit much every morning. Not that I've used it. Much.

Why do I hate packing so much, when I enjoy traveling?

I think it's because it means I have to finally commit to what I'm going to be wearing. I have unreasonable anxiety about having the "right" clothes. No one cares what I'm wearing!

Packing is stressful. What if you forget something? Pack the wrong thing? Then I realize that I am wearing a monochrome skirt and monochrome top most days. It gets easier. Then I realize I might forget moisturizer. So packing is pretty much stressful.

I'm sorry, Scrappy. It is both a blessing and a curse to have a timeline. Enjoy your time together. That is something that should be said for those of us without the diagnosis prompting us as well.

This. So much. It's awful to have a timeline but you have a span of good time hopefully and can embrace that -- however hard it is.

And I am also sorry that you don't have forever good news. Because I hate when anyone doesn't have that. We seldom do, but I still aspire to people keeping loved ones for as close to forever as possible.

What if you forget something? Pack the wrong thing?

Ya know, stores sell stuff you might have forgotten. Not that I remember that when I pack.

No one cares what I'm wearing!

This.

Ya know, stores sell stuff you might have forgotten.

And This! Big city has anything you need.

Why am I still awake? Oh yeah, eldest son drama. He and his housemates were robbed at gunpoint, can't he please come home, afraid for his life because housemate is in retaliation mode, etc. No, I did let him come home. But I don't really want him dead either so we drove him to Fort Lauderdale to stay with his aunt and uncle until we find another plan. I really dislike drama.

Wait, his HOUSEMATE robbed them at gunpoint? Wtf? Or some rando did, and now housemate wants to...take it out on the other housemates?

No his housemates were all robbed. Home invasion thing. Let's just say he isn't running with a good crowd. Anyway, they didn't know the people doing the robbing, but housemate decided the way to handle it was to give descriptions and details and Facebook and vow retaliation and so forth in an escalation kind of manner. I have no doubt that he is honestly afraid for his life, but I also don't really think he has learned anything.

We just have to find a plan that doesn't involve him coming back to live here because that isn't working for me anymore. I'm relived that SIL took him in, but that is temporary.

Holy cow, Laura, that is some serious drama. I dunno why they don't learn!

Yeah, he wasn't saying what I needed to hear at all. Yes, I was convinced he was afraid, but not remotely convinced that he wanted to change his life.

My other SIL is down visiting from Staten Island (for my b'day) with her husband. So he is staying with 2 aunts and 2 uncles and they will be giving him the same message that we have tried to convey. He likes them all better than he likes us, naturally, so maybe he will hear some of it.