"That's because you're 11." is an infuriating statement and could well be part of long-standing sibling putdowns. I can see angry.

If it were me, I'd tell HPF that grandma doesn't understand e-mail, and tell grandma to send to sort of e-mail that HPF would want to answer.

Go Gracie go!!!!

All fingers crossed for Grace, Kat.

Best wishes to Gracie!

And oy, Sox. That's a bit much from your mom. Of course, my mom was terrified of the computer and wouldn't read email unless you printed it out for her.

Wishing for easy decannulization for Gracie.

Yes! Go, Grace! Hope it all goes well.

Sox, your mom was totally over the line. It makes me a little nuts that my nieces don't write thank you cards but I wouldn't give them shit about it. Maybe when they're grown I will, though!

Fingers crossed for Grace!

I failed my New Year's goal for the first time last week--sad, because it wasn't so much a deliberate choice as procrastination and then forgetting. Oops. And I had a super gross cold yesterday (but am mostly fine today?? WTF?), but back on track today--literally, I went to the local college and tried running on their track! I'm blaming the cold (uh, even though I'm mostly fine) on why it wasn't great.

"That's because you're 11." is an infuriating statement and could well be part of long-standing sibling putdowns. I can see angry.

Yeah, it seems over the top (punching is not good) but god knows my siblings and I had a lot of long-simmering and sudden explosions over drama.

Surgery~ma to Grace!

My cats have a new game. Kitty will be in the living room and pawing at the blinds on the glass back door. Finally figured out that Noodle is my room and look out the sliding glass door at Kitty. Darned cats.

In a complete topic shift, KCD is in the hospital. He has a ugly cyst that isn't reacting to ABs, so he got admitted and they are talking surgery and possible MRSA. K-Bug has seen it and says it is big and gross. With his smoking, high sugar diet and diabetes, I'm not surprised his body isn't jumping to heal itself. His refusal to care for himself was a piece our split. Even so, I feel for what my kids and B are going to be dealing with as he goes through this.

During my usual 35-ish minute drive home from rehearsal, I think I missed a major accident on the freeway by about five minutes, if not less. Traffic could only get through on one lane, but it wasn't seriously backed up yet.

Two or three cars apparently involved, plus the SUV that was LYING ON ITS SIDE.

And then I came home and there's a roach in the bathroom. This is not a calming night.