why can't we have sticky threads? All the other kids have them. It's not fair.
 

So I want to wish BusterB happy birthday because he is the man forever. For today. And because I have a lot of shit on my mind, OK??? I can't exactly remember where the fuck things are in this place.

HOW many times have I told you to clean your room?

Like maybe all the What's...? threads could just be in a big pile and we can scroll down and think, hmmm
happy?
mirthful?
delirious?
bummed stone?
scorched groove?
harshed mellow?
fucking annoyed?


I don't know, I'm not an expert, I don't even know what barfileumfen is doing on MY OWN DAMN COMPUTER

Excuse me. my G&T needs a freshen up.

You're the reason we can't have nice things.

Could you make me a drink, too, sailor? I'm becoming immensely depressed. Apparently being depressed makes me call people "sailor." Who knew?

The fuck is this now

What he's looking for is a rapid index, no down side like sticky, better than tags in a popularity cloud. Maybe Santa Claus will send him one in a PM.

There's something in the air, man. A distant friend and I both realized today that we are hardcore slipping over the last week. No reason, good or otherwise. Back to the mindful breathing, dammit...

Yup. I had a baaaaaad morning yesterday. Found myself just sobbing.

Nah, it was last week that sucked. This week is looking up.

Mrs. Glatt had all her skin cancer removed yesterday, and is a little underwhelmed with how long a Tylenol lasts before it wears off, but is otherwise in great shape. I haven't seen the wound yet because it's covered, but she says it looks just like a third eye on her forehead winking at you with the stitches acting as eyelashes. I feel bad for her because you can see in her face that she's in some pain, but hopefully that will be better and better each passing hour.

I finally got a cleaning crew coming in to my cousin's house tomorrow. That shithole is getting cleaned up! This means the in-home aide will come back. I'm taking him to a lawyer on Thursday to get power of attorney so I can actually get some stuff done for him. Things are happening.

Work is back to a normal pace.

Kids are off in Maine for a couple more days, so there is no teenage emotional drama in the house.

It's all back to being good.

The week started off great when I realized there was no scout meeting scheduled for that Monday night. An unexpected free evening!

And my cold sore is getting way better. Still several more days before it disappears, but it's on the right path.

Hooray for Santa!

Sorry everyone has had a shit week. Here's to things looking up!.

Why didn't they give Mrs. Glatt the good stuff? Tylenol does nothing but kick your liver in the teeth and reduce fever. I hope she feels better. Put her on the couch with a snack and a funny comedian on the tv. If it wasn't summer, I'd say get her a cozy blanket, so maybe a fan instead.

I'll bet worrying about her appearance when it's done, and of course the specter it returning, are weighing her down Too. Without the constant demands of the kids to distract her, you'll have to fill in. Dance naked on the table if you have to, whatever it takes.

Tylenol? Pffft! Ask Cosby for some Quaaludes. Oh... and fuck cancer.

Dropped my truck off for inspection this morning and the woman that owns the garage gave me a ride home. It's less than two miles and she had the A/C on. When I got out I didn't get two steps before my glasses were so fogged up I had to take them off to walk to the house.

Clod and Dana: I know, right? Of course, we always know there will be those damn down times. For me, it's my precarious self-esteem (or lack thereof) rearing its ugly head. Lots of positive self-talk all around!

glatt, glad the wife is OK.

And footster, I hope that Santa brings you everything you want and puts it right into your, um...er, sock! ;)

She texted me and said she feels better today than she did last night, so it's good she's improving. I think they tugged the shit out of her skin around the side of the wound in order to get it to stretch a bit and be able to close up when they stitched it together. Surgery is kind of brutal when you think about it. But anyway, she's feeling slightly better.

Re: your fogged up glasses, it occurred to me this morning as I was walking to the metro that it really is Summer now. We're actually in July. This isn't just some little heat wave that will pass. It's not even all that bad, but it won't be comfortable again until September.

Does comfortable equal dry? FIVE thunderstorms in SIX days. So tired of this part of the world.

And yes, under the weather is exactly how I feel.
Have had more than one crying jag since I got back here on Friday night.

Glad that things seem to be correcting themselves elsewhere.

How's her sense of humor/self mockery index? Would she be cheered up by a bunch of photoshoped scar hiding tattoo suggestions?

Sometimes the head-on approach works wonders.

"Apply directly to the forehead!!"

I never know. She's often pretty good with the self mockery, but sometimes not.Well, considering she was trying to hide her condition from the kids, and only relented when "Cancer surgery center" showed up on caller ID and they started to get worried, and she also didn't tell any of the family at the recent 4th of July get together, I think she's trying to keep this thing private.

Not very realistic though, since it's right on her forehead and will take some time to heal. I don't think she's planning to hide for a few weeks.