Thumper's mother? huh?

Perhaps EVERYONE at Hil's university - except her - has a rampaging case of Asperger's?

Thumper's mother? huh?

I'm in the "huh?" corner with Toddson.

Thumper's mother says, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."

Oh man. I think I'm Thumper's sister.

Thumper's mother? huh?

My mom used to endlessly quote her at us: "Thumper?" "Yes, mama?" "What did your father tell you this morning?" "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I swear I probably heard that fifty thousand times before I turned 13.

Not that she was against snark, by any means, but she was and is big on Don't snark if you think the snarkee might be able to overhear you, and Don't make a group snark unless you know for a fact that everyone in earshot is definitely not a member of said group, and if you don't know for a fact then hold the snark.

But it was always, always Thumper's Mother. As in, eventually she just had to say the words, "Thumper's Mother," and we'd shut up in midsentence.

I also want to add that I'm mostly not bothered by any of the religious snark that goes on here -- there's all sorts of history and knowing and mutual love and respect (and occasional snogging) and whatnot, and anything that really bugs me I can always scroll on past or politely call someone on it.

That shit is totally inappropriate from anyone anywhere on the belief spectrum, at work (unless you were working in a diocese office or as PZ Myers' personal assistant, because, dude, look who you're working for).

Bitches, on the other hand? A veritable gleeful orgy of inappropriate. With knowing and love and respect (and snogging).

Bitches hug it out. Or something like that.

Bitches tend to snark it out ... with occasional tacklehugs and random glitter sprinkling.

Burned the fuck out of my hand. Committed the cardinal sin of allowing myself to become distracted in the kitchen. Had just pulled a pan out of a 400F oven and put it on the stove. A minute later, I went to move it so the handle wouldn't be in the way and potentially burn anyone. I just neglected to pick up the pot holder and curled my right hand around the hot handle. No the irony is not lost on me. I feel so freakin' stupid. I have some small blisters in the top of my palm and the tips of my third and fourth fingers hurt pretty bad.

At least dinner was good. Made pork tenderloin and the apple/blue cheese clafouti that was linked here.

Still feel stupid.

Ouch, Barb. You've been soaking it in cold water?

I dislocated a rib three times this afternoon. For some reason, I always dislocate that rib a day or two before starting my period. It pops right back in, and doesn't hurt much, but it's really annoying.