that damn Fresh Breeze scent is KILLING ME. I feel like my sinuses are being roto-rooted by a metal bottle brush.

That is exactly the way I've described my reaction to those artificial scents. Ugh. How can a scent be physically painful?

Job~ma, ita!

I've been getting emails meant for another person with the same name as me for years. My email is firstname-lastname and hers is firstname-middleinitial-lastname. She's gone to college, graduated, gotten married, had a baby, and begun teaching. I don't want to know this much about a total stranger. For years I responded to the emails, patiently telling the senders they had the wrong email and the wrong person. Most of them never replied, some said thanks. One woman got snippy with me and insisted this was the email "I" had given her. The owner of the other email has, apparently, never clued in to the confusion and bothered to make sure that people note the middle initial in the address. I've given up and now I just delete the damn things. Sixteen years is long enough to be making sure a stranger gets her email.

Theo: I'm glad your FB friend found a safe place, but you know if you let her stay at your place, you'll have a new roommate. You've done enough, really. But keep the poor cat until she's settled, she can't take care of a cat if she can't take care of herself. She really needs to go back to the hospital.

ETA: never had problems with getting other people's legit e-mail. Y'all just need less common names.

I agree. I don't normally love my name (which is in part why I go by meara) but there's times when the uniqueness is handy.

Theo, that sounds really tough. I hope it all works out ok.

Glam, move to Seattle, not the southeast!

Twitter is flipping out hilariously about the NYC ebola case, but not a peep about it on FB, even in the local groups.

The only person whose email I get mixed up with is my brother-in-law who is named Jesse, and so our email addresses are only one letter off.

ita, best of luck on the job leads!!

You guys, how does one do a job search from across the country? We are looking to relocate to the southeast and I've sent a ton of resumes, asked everyone I know in the area to assist and I've gotten nothing. Someone suggested I change my address on my resume (I could use my parents' address in SC), but isn't that kind of shady? What happens when they want me to come on over for an interview? Sigh.

Glam, contact me at wordslingeuse@gmail.com, and I can help with suggestions. We are looking to make a cross-country move, and I'm totally taking over my husband's search, since I'm only going to do freelance stuff until we are ACTUALLY moved.

Man, you guys, I just talked to my chatterbox dad for like an hour. He was NOT tripping balls on pain meds, so it was an entertaining conversation, in which I found out he's all in favor of gay marriage. MIND BLOWN. (He's kind of regressive and tends towards small-minded redneck ways, to my chagrin.) But he was all, "What does it harm anyone if 2 guys want to get married? As long as they don't force me to marry someone gay, then I don't care!"

I said, "Dad, you know that's not how gay people operate, right?" And he said, "Oh, I just don't want to ever get married again, is all."

Well dang, Dad. Right on. He is also in favor of legalizing pot, and thinks that any politician who wants to be president should be disqualified from running, because wanting to run for president proves they're clinically insane. (I *think* he's joking on that last one, but I'm not sure.)

He's also not worried about Ebola because, and I quote, "I'm not touching strange poop!" I like that he qualified *strange* poop. Thanks, Dad.

So now I have met my parents' estate planner and know where they keep the wills and trust documents. That was interesting. In short, they appear to have sensible plans that I should be able to execute when the time comes.

And my dad told me he is leaving me his grandfather's sword, and I'd better take care of it or he will haunt me. So that's good, because I had the impression that sword was lost.

Go dad of Tep!

So now I have met my parents' estate planner and know where they keep the wills and trust documents.

Ack, I really need to do that.

I am so relieved that they are being totally responsible and just getting this shit done AND keeping me informed of the parts I need to know. Truly grateful.

My mom and dad had it done a few years back. My sister is the executor, and we get a 60(her/40(me)split of the estate, which I am FINE with, because she lives at home and helps a lot, and also because my folks have helped me more than her financially through the years.

And we get along fine, so it will entail no family clusterfucks.