Jesse, with packing, it always seems well in hand, but there's always random stuff that just get tossed in boxes at the last minute. (Also often the stuff that never comes out of the boxes.)

Yikes, Beverly. I'm glad he's okay! I worry about my BIL every time he goes up on the roof to clear out the gutters, even though I loved doing it when I was younger (on a much higher roof!).

I concur with flea: that guy on the plane was an asshole. She was too, but he was more of an asshole, for elevating it, and then tweeting about it so she was subject to international mockery.

Me, I now have gold/silver hair, appropriate to the season. Very short. Not platinum, because my stylist refused to bleach out the color: instead she used a color-lift and then cut off most of what was left. So it's kind of ... pale gold and silver, in a pixie-cut. My dark eyebrows look a little odd, but what the heck.

All my stuff comes out of the boxes! Actually, this could be the first time that's not true, as I will have access to the basement and attic....

I think every moving experience has one box 's random.

but if someone was sending me notes saying "Eat a dick" twice on a plane

Okay, that lady was incredibly and horribly self centered and the guy was clearly poking at the bear wanting to show her not only that she was awful but that he was poking to aggravate her as well. But I read nothing sexually aggressive or violent in that. I went back to reread and check. He suggested if her mouth was busy drinking the wine, she couldn't talk but no where did a see any "eat a dick" or even implied sexual aggression. Where did I miss that?

...and the boxes in other boxes that you just can't find, she says, *years* later. It sounds like you're doing great, Jesse.

When the kids were little, we kept H's family tradition of putting up the tree and wrapping presents *on Christmas Eve*, and leaving the decorations up till Old Christmas. He still would like to do it that way, but I really do enjoy anticipating Christmas Day, and I feel slovenly for having the decorations up long after everyone else. Over the weekend I'll probably put the candles in the front windows, take the harvest decorations and ribbons off the door broom and replace them with pine and holly branches, cones, and berries, and Christmas ribbon. Indoors can wait, including the tree. Thank goodness there are *stairs* to the loft where the boxed tree lives most of the year. No ladders! (/edna mode)

Poor H! And poor you for having to nurse a tough patient.

We have some shingles that need replaced, but yeah, maybe hire it out.

I was thinking about decorating this weekend but I dunno if we will or not.

Okay, that lady was incredibly and horribly self centered and the guy was clearly poking at the bear wanting to show her not only that she was awful but that he was poking to aggravate her as well. But I read nothing sexually aggressive or violent in that. I went back to reread and check. He suggested if her mouth was busy drinking the wine, she couldn't talk but no where did a see any "eat a dick" or even implied sexual aggression. Where did I miss that?

In the photos of the notes he sent her.

That sounds pretty, 'Suela, and seasonally appropriate.

Man, between the work potluck, actual Thanksgiving dinner, and all the leftover stuffing I've been eating today I think I've had more bread this week than in the past year. Yum, but my body is definitely not used to this. I feel like I should do a juice fast or detox cleanse or something to recover. But not until the stuffing is all gone. Because, seriously, yum.

Ooh, that sounds nice, Consuela!

Oh, shit. There was a second page. I hadn't seen that. Gross.

It's too bad the authorities weren't called because he was disgusting. And I'd like to think that he was illegally threatening her as well as her slapping was assault (after being sexually or physically threatened).

I was appalled enough at the first page. Now I am just sick.