When I have traveled people always assume I am American. I am not sure what people have generally thought my ancestry was/is, but I do remember being confused by people asking what I was and where my family was from when I came to college - it wasn't something I ever think was discussed growing up.

You can imagine the types of question I have received about mac. Thank goodness not many and not usually in front of him. I may hit the first person who asks if he's my real son.

Tell them he's a hologram!

Pleeeeeease?!?!

Then, once you cold-cock them, you can glare down at them and snarl, "Too bad you're not, huh?"

I do remember being confused by people asking what I was and where my family was from when I came to college - it wasn't something I ever think was discussed growing up.

ChiKat once told me that, growing up in the South, she was never asked about her ancestry, but that it was a very popular question up here in Chicago. It was something everyone I knew always was able to answer, usually to the fraction (I'm 1/2 Irish, 1/4 Swedish, 1/8 French Canadian, and 1/8 English, for example).

Jesse - from a bit back - not X but Sheikh-ol-Eslami. Might as well have been X. Clearly spoken English but with a last name like that? Somehow must equal Militant Black Muslim.

J is so lucky we love her anyway. She with her deep New York accent and funny, sick sense of humor. These last few months were more bearable with her kind heart and support. And I always have that story of their meeting to make me laugh like a loon.

Huh. Isabella Rossellini's daughter looks like Terri Hatcher.

She's prettier than Terri Hatcher.

Dear smoke detectors:

Fuck you. I have three (I know I need more) and I disabled 2, one long dead without battery but it leaves a nasty space in the ugly ceiling spackle (but I took it down anyway,) because of the death cheep that kept me awake. I've found my nemesis, I think. I'll buy new batteries for sure. But fuck you for waking me up in a panic. When I have to get up early for your evil cousin, snow.

me

She's prettier than Terri Hatcher.

That'll happen when you're Ingrid Bergman's granddaughter.

And your Dad was a male model. And your mom is Isabella Rossellini.

When I have to get up early for your evil cousin, snow.

Smoke detectors and snow are related?

I doubt it!

Well, the snow and the smoke detectors are cousins-in-evil. Sort of like cousins-in-law, only not as nice.