A productive day indeed, msbelle!

Hec, April is such a long time to wait to find out! I hope at least one of Matilda's friends gets in with her. (See how I simply assume that of course Matilda will get in. That's the power of positive thinking, there.)

Some years ago, a friend of mine (my Good Ex) gave me a candy cane as part of a gift box. I said how pretty, and hung it up on a wall decoration. Today I found it, said Mmm sugar, and popped a piece in my mouth.

THAT FIEND

IT TASTED LIKE BARF

Knowing him, I really should've expected it.

I hope he gets something that tastes like FEET

I'm laughing with you, Zen.

I now have a physical copy of my birth certificate, and can go to the Registry tomorrow! Of course, the plumber is supposed to be coming in the morning to do something about the overflow from the furnace. (it's been leaking for the past couple days, but at least I have been able to jury-rig a wet-dry vac hose so that the water goes into the sump pit instead of all over the furnace floor.)

I should see if Rosemary feels up to dealing with that -- she can get pretty vague about what is recommended and what the options are. Most of all, I want to know if there is something that I should be doing -- opening a valve or checking on something, or if this over-pressure issue is just a periodic thing that happens with these systems.

I actually went to Best Buy at 5:30 and bought an iPad. But I really do hafta bake pies and cornbread before I can set it up and play with it.

GET TO THE BAKING MISSY!!!

The pumpkin pies bake for an hour, so I guess I can set it up while they're baking.

I can't believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Sheesh.

Oh, yeah, happy Christmas Adam

Bake like the wing, Tep!

Sorry about having to work, Sheryl. I hope it's an ok day.

I'm braiding the last of the turkey legs I got for Thanksgiving and didn't need, so that meant opening a bottle of red wine and boy is it tasty. I think I'm just gonna curl up under a blanket for the rest of the evening, eat turkey legs, drink wine, and read. Get my Tudor on.

My day really sucks for a lot of reasons and on top of that I got of my cr to do last minute Xmas shopping I don't really want to do and the wind caught my car door and it hit a woman's car and she got really pissed . It's a tiny little mark on the handle and I had trouble finding my I'd card and she kept going on about how careless I was. I've been out side for about 10 mins since 9 am todag and I had no idea it was so windy.

I don't know what kind of car it was but she acted like I did it on purpose.i didn't I was just tryibt to get out of my car.

She was said she thought it would cost sverwal hundred to fix . The paint is gouged. I gave her my insurance but you couldn't really tell because it was dark and I had to open my door to figure out where it hit.

"but open it carefully when you open it don't just let it fly open " she tells me after she asked me to open the door.

The wind caught it and pulled out of my hand.

I hope you took pictures, askye. They're your best bet to make sure she doesn't claim you also dented her bumper or whatever.

The universe laughs at me -- in today's regular mail, not the kind that a nephew sends special delivery from NJ, was the birth certificate copy I originally ordered about two weeks ago, well ahead of the four-to-six weeks timeline predicted by the website.

So now I have two copies. One of which can go to the Registry with me tomorrow. And the other is now in the fire-proof box that lives in the cellar, where a copy should have been kept in the first place.

Oh Theo! That is exactly what would happen to me!

Askye, that sucks

My sister contacted me again, and also left cookies while I was asleep with my stomach ailment. I feel terrible putting them off. I so just want to lie to my mother, but Maria is convinced it is a terrible, hurtful idea. My therapist is sort of like - just don't tell your mom, which I am more inclined to go with, but the guilt eats me up either way. I haven't come up with a good way to talk about it with her, so my sense is she is going to be mad anyway! On the other hand my sister is so sweet and nice I can't take it! Aargh.

I agree with your therapist, just don't talk to her about it and in fact, I wouldn't talk to Maria about it either.