I have a last minute invitation to a spaghetti dinner where I know there won't be much offered in the way of healthy veggies, so I'll bring some

I'd go with a big salad.

I love mustard and all other bitter greens but a lot of people don't.

Any plans to narrow it down, or are they just going to leave you hanging?

The TMJ would send me back to the dentist. I don't have dental insurance, and my dental expenses over the past few years are rapidly closing on five figures. Of course, it's possible that all that work moved the TMJ to a new level. I am not particularly solvent, as my main clients have all cut way back. I'm going to do some TMJ home remedies and see if it improves. (I'd love suggestions.) That would at least tell me that's the problem. After that, it's back to the oncologist to see if trying a different hormone suppressant would help. I didn't suspect that because I started taking the one I'm on about a year ago, and the only side effects were even more and exciting hot flashes and insomnia. However, googling after yesterday's appointment indicates that some of the side effects, like joint pain, can show up months later. More succinctly, fuck cancer.

So go with Zuchinni/onion/tomato/mushroom medley with italian spicing?

Certainly an option. I have some friends who make a lettuce, tomato, and goat cheese salad for every event.

I bring raw veggies and spinach dip to occasions that I feel will be under-vegetabled.

Go for the accupuncture or something "weird" now, Ginger. Find something as weird as you can. Make it fun!

He's going to ask me about girls. What do I know about girls?

Tell him all about the ducks and the echidnas! Though you probably want to leave out the mallard snuff porn. And possibly the corkscrew penis.

I approve the nomness, Aims.

So, rememeber I told you about the exteremly cool geek wedding I went to the other month, and how all of the guests were supposed to come in costumes, and how the first dance was remakably awesome?

It's now on teh YouTubes.

And just so we'll make it clear - it started with a minute of tacky slow dance with picures of them. It was a complete surprise.

Best. Wedding. Ever.

Best. Wedding. Ever.

I want to marry all of these people.

I want to marry all of these people.

And that was BEFORE the alcohol (or, well, most of it). It was the week Watchmen premiered here, so we had 5-6 Watchmen and Watchwomen in there. Only, it was quite warm that night. The guy dressed as Rorschach kindda said, when I asked him how is he: "I'm wearing 3 layers of clothing and pantyhose over my face. How do you think I feel?"

Oh, and speaking of alcohol.

We just came back from traumatic grocery shopping of the month. So I introduced my folks to Bacardi Breezer.

Dylan has been doing a weird thing lately where he puts one or both hands over his eyes as if he's got something in them. When you ask if they hurt he says no. (And he's not rubbing his eyes, just covering them.)

Both eyes at the same time? I ask because Mal was experimenting with the whole "Hey, each eye sees something slightly different" thing for a while. It's also possible D's doing the "hey, putting my hand(s) over my eyes makes it hard to see" experiment.