UGH. Stupid post office. So, they sell either random boxes made by a random company, or "flat rate" USPS boxes. I though those came with tear off sticky strips like, say, most UPS boxes, but no. And when I got to the front of the line (because of course there was a long line) they said they didn't provide tape for their own boxes (I knew they didn't for the random other boxes, but not for their own flat rate ones??) and I could buy some for $3.50. Fuck that noise--I scribbled out the address I'd already written on the box and walked out. I"ll go to UPS--even if it's more than the $16 (!!) USPS wanted, it'll still be easier and probably a lot less of a wait in line.

Well, by the time you get here, we should be back at normal winter temperatures for the region...

I'll take it

I just spent several minutes trying to figure out why buffistas.COM wouldn't let me in. Clearly, it's been too long even with intermittent lurking. Catching up slowly. Very slowly, I guess.

I am boneless! Bone-free! Deboned!

I was convinced it had become infected and I would need antibiotics before they could do anything with it, but it was actually so painful because the bit of bone had broken loose, so it was poking its pointy end into an open wound.

The oral surgeon said "I bet I can get that out with topical anesthetic and tweezers", and they brushed the site a few times with a q-tip and the anesthetic, and just brushing the q-tip across pulled the bone out.

Now I just have a little wound in my mouth which should heal quickly. I'm relieved.

That's awesome, Dana! Or, if not awesome, at least the best possible outcome of an un-awesome situation. Yay!

Happy Deboning!

Help!

There's this old friend of mine--we grew apart in high school after I got a girlfriend and sort of blew him off. I haven't talked to him since, except we've gotten in touch recently on FB.

He's sounding like he'd like to rekindle the friendship, but I'm not sure if I want to after I saw him post something in support of that Duck Dynasty guy.

So now he' s noticed a boy on my flickr page that looks like me and he's asking if he's my son. (It's Max, so he's right.)

This should be fun...

edit: OK, waiting for sound of a head exploding, somewhere in NC, I think.

Um, good luck, tommy?

Oh, yay, deboning, Dana!

Jen! Glad you found the side door! How you been?

Um, good luck, tommy?

Thanks. I don't think we could be friends now, so I don't care too much. Except I hate confrontation.

Huh, he finally messaged me back. He replied to a comment I made about my '59 Lincoln and ignored the comment about the sperm donor thing.

Yay, Dana!

Huh, tommyrot. People from the past, you just never know how that's gonna go.