I didn't see it, I swear!

HIGH-LARIOUS!!

Lately, Lands End dresses are my new overalls, in that they are comfortable enough to allow me to get fatter than I'd like without realizing it because they aren't fitted.

Hah! I am in dresses all the time these days, both because I like them and because it's like you can wear pajamas all day. Special for Hec: my dresses on days I am in the office are nicer and more structured than work-from-home/stroll-to-dog-park days. I still have some sense of appropriateness.

Special for Hec: my dresses on days I am in the office are nicer and more structured than work-from-home/stroll-to-dog-park days. I still have some sense of appropriateness.

Thank you!

I have recently gone to the "Yes, I know my upper arms are fat and floppy, it's too damned hot and I'm wearing a tank top, dammit" side of the force. I have many tank tops in many bright colors, which unfortunately I can't wear to the office.

Speaking of dog park though. This morning someone called 911 to report a pack of wild dogs running loose in the park.

It must have been a new cop to the area. Because when he arrived and saw Darby and three other dogs standing around quietly he looked very confused. So maybe, dude who lives on the corner and thinks the park is his private yard, you might want to chill out on the hyperbole.

Then tonight, I was walking past the park. There were three or four people inside with dogs, all sitting quietly in a circle (people and dogs) chatting (people), and a cop came by at like 5MPH and shining his spotlights at them and they all, naturally, got up and left.

Because obviously, in a neighborhood that borders serious gang areas and is kind of on the brink of will it go good or bad, the clear strategy is to roust regular people from the park at any hour. Half the reason my block is as nice as it is is because there are always dog people around. It is so frustrating I can't even tell you.

Has anyone said that to her explicitly?

I have not. She doesn't hear that kind of thing from me. Maybe Becca has said something? Anyway, I'm going to go back to the hospital early tomorrow in hopes of being there when her actual surgeon drops by. Everyone is deferring to him for the big decisions.

That sounds frustrating, Brenda!

Also frustrating: I cannot get rid of these hiccups!

ION, my mother bought this dress to wear to my grandmother's funeral, and I don't really think it's appropriate!

No, it doesn't seem so, but I guess you can wear whatever you want to your mom's funeral? I am impressed that dress has pockets! (My never ending quest is for more dresses with pockets).

Burrell, good luck for your sister. That sounds so awful.

(ETA: I realize that was vague: "you" meaning the general anyone can wear what they want to their own mother's funeral, NSM suggesting that Jesse should/can wear something inappropriate to her mom's funeral someday!)

Burrell, my best to you and your sister. How awful for you both.

ETA: Jesse, your grandmother was how old? You will not be the most judgy person there by a mile, I am sure.

That aside, if it makes your mom feel better, more power to her. Funerals could use some lightening up. Or not lightening so much as humor or other positivey things.

My family tends to dress fairly brightly to funerals--some of it is a general notion that "it's different in Africa" (except for my sister--hers is not a notion, it's an anthropologist's specific citation), and some if it is "fuck, man, this is sad enough already, not more black, and this will look better for the second line and/or drum improv section of the night."

So, go ahead, Jesse's mom, and wear what makes you feel the way you want to feel for whatever reason.

Sometimes it is a dress that is now "that dress". I mean, if that's deliberate, it's okay, right?

But don't lose it by mistake--that would be a shame (nifty dress too--I miss animal prints through no fault byt my own).

INSOMNIA RAGE.

Nurse came precisely as I called her. Just as I was about to hang up and not leave a message, I hung up because she was buzzing up from the front door.

She's going to intersect with my sister. I'm terrified. She has the biggest hardon for Sav, it's not even funny. I need to speak out loud less, and say fewer cool things about my family. But that's hard!

Night Vale q: When the words It's 3:23 somewhere were spoken, did you check the local time? It was 1:26 here. Shortly afterwards they used the term "this too shall pass" which I had ten minutes ago pointedly said to my neighbour who is recovering from foot surgery--pointedly enough that she repeated it back to me with a flourish of her arms.

I realise it's not statistically significant, especially when you're marathoning, but that was just after the time check, and the show hinges on creepy, so...

I want to go look back at the fanart, but it's now at the point where I can be spoilt, so nope. I'm only at ep 9, and I'm not sure when else I'm going to listen to it, now that I'm no longer commuting to Pasadena (making it back here in under 30 felt like a massive accomplishment, but bad for the narrative consumption)