You guys, I got an email "advertising" cheese toothpaste, and... I kind of want it?

Mac came home about 9pm last night. We haven't spoken. I've been sending him texts. He was not up and ready for school by the time I left so he got there so e other way.

That's what I'm doing now, just giving him the parameters I need him to fit into if he wants my assistance. He has repeatedly not followed rules about phone tracking being on, so I am no longer paying for any data on his line, he can get his own service if he wants it. Same for internet, he can pay for half the bill if he wants it and then it will be in without restrictions. He wants freedom then he can pay like an adult.

Sometimes it's better to just have the consequence than the yelling and so on -- easier to process and absorb the lesson (one hopes).

Rosemary may be moving to regular room today, so things are progressing well.

I acquired rolling papers so project Smoke Pot would be on but if I have to go over to the hospital later, that's probably not a great idea...

That's what I'm doing now, just giving him the parameters I need him to fit into if he wants my assistance.

Yeah, that sounds fair.

I acquired rolling papers so project Smoke Pot would be on but if I have to go over to the hospital later, that's probably not a great idea...

Facts!

That seems like a reasonable approach, msbelle.

Your will-these-leaves-ever-get-smoked? saga is amusing me a lot, Theo

DH walks into the LR and sees Trinity on the couch, and Scully on the next cushion, both snoozing peacefully. They don't get along at all as dog wants to play and cat doesn't, resulting in much hissing and barking. It was the same with Zoe, but they just ignored each other after a couple days so I expect the same here. DH says something about me giving up on keeping Trinity off the couch, and I had the first opportunity of my life to respond:

This is a case where I am going to let sleeping dogs lie.

The LA Times story trolling the NYT is pretty funny:

BWAH! Hilarious.

Forgive me if I have asked this before and just don't remember the answer. Do we still have a nail polish box being sent around? I have a bunch of nail polishes that I absolutely never use, and I'd hate to just throw them out.

Good one, Laura.

Serious Eats is cracking me up today. First the Toasted Salt, now the improved recipe format. A highlight:

When storing leftovers, bear in mind that after baking, the only natural course for any cake is to stale; this is an inevitable result of entropy acting on starches in a universe hurtling toward oblivion. With every passing hour, the cake will inevitably taste less fresh, because it will be less fresh. It will be old, and continue to grow older, and thus suffer the effects of old age, like any of us, with every passing second. To deny this is to deny our own mortality. The cake itself may still be enjoyable on some level after three days, but this is akin to the enjoyment of an old woman sitting atop a mountain watching the world burn: bittersweet and beautiful in its own way, yet lacking the vibrancy of youth. Which is not to say that we should fetishize youth or scorn age, but it would be folly not to recognize the different qualities associated with each phase of life. Unlike humans, who may gain experience, insight, and gentle wisdom with age, cake lacks the capacity for metacognition, and the qualities it has to impart when shoved into our gaping mouths can only, by their nature, diminish over time.