Zen, I am still in house clothes, not what I slept in, but certainly not dressed. no shower yet either. Now I have to do work work, because our line of work sucks ass.

I guess it's a good thing that I didn't make it to the little free library yesterday. A couple of people were hit by stray bullets along the street I would have taken to get there, during the time that I was out. Oy.

Colin's son turns 1 soon. Went to a no-kid birthday party. Pizza and beer and fruit salad. Bundles had a great time running around and growling in his diaper and they figure next year they'll involve things for him. I get to make the cake!

Are you going to make a fruitcake and everyone will think it's chocolate?

Kat, would K be able to help me with a female self defense session? I really can't get banged around, but she'd be a great example saving herself. I don't have a date yet--it's a request from a former co worker.

Yep. I'll ask her but i'm sure she'll say yes.

Got the birthday call from my family. Managed to bite my tongue when mum informed me she was putting her eldest son on the line. God, he sounded like shit. Asked me what was new four times. (Oh, yes, btw, she informed me in a previous phonecall that she was going to tell him he was forgiven and the past was the past. No! It's not the past because he's the epitome of history repeating!). But I want to not get on her bad side, so I bore out the excruciating conversation where he pushed and pushed about what I'd done for the weekend/my birthday, and since it wasn't anything exciting, he pulled out the typical judgment he's always had. I told him sorry, he couldn't live vicariously through me. He said he didn't need to, as he'd done enough non-vicarious living of his own, and hey, at least he has the excuse of a lame weekend because he didn't have a license.

He used his loss of license (of job, of wife, of the rest of his life) as a I defense.

Buddy, I do not want your idea of a good time. I do not want parties. I do not want drugs, DUIs, or running around Manchvegas waving around a gun and stealing and fencing bike racks to support my H habit. Please, please, stop fucking judging my life. Better yet...

She said yes, but she wanted to know what being banged around entails.

Yikes, aurelia!

I am drinking a pot of green tea and trying to understand why Breathless is part of Masterpiece Mystery. Between the two of them, perhaps I will get the impetus to get up and do what needs to be done...

Sorry the family is so difficult, Juliebird. Happy birthday anyhow.

Hey, Zen, if no one else wants the shirt, I will take it.

You got it, DebetEsse! E me your snail addy and I'll pop it in the mail to you. Profile addy is good.

Zen, you gave me a perfect idea on what to do with a bunch of Hubby's gamer t-shirts that need dealt with. Many pillows.

Glad to hear it, Connie!

I know someone who turns old t-shirts into underwear, which sounds really comfy, but I've never attempted it.