Yeah, I think we're going to need to work on enforcing boundaries and personal bubbles.

In other random bzuh?: At the birthday party we just came back from, everyone got little gift bags that include a Jungle Fun Fun Pad, a little preschool-level activity booklet full of simple mazes and connect-the-dots tiger cubs and so on, but also including "Mix The Animals" pages, mostly blank sheets with a prompt at the top to encourage the child to do hir own creative work. The prompts are...wrong.

"Daddy Elephant Meets Mommy Zebra. What does their baby look like?" Uh, I don't know, like an abomination unto God?

"Daddy Lion Meets Mommy Monkey. What does their baby look like?" WHAT. THERE IS NO BABY. THERE'S JUST A SATED-LOOKING LION WITH A MONKEY-SIZED LUMP IN HIS GUT, YOU SICK FUCKS.

WTF, Jungle Fun Fun Pad? You make me feel unclean.

WHAT. THERE IS NO BABY. THERE'S JUST A SATED-LOOKING LION WITH A MONKEY-SIZED LUMP IN HIS GUT, YOU SICK FUCKS.

I just snorted iced tea. Bwah! And, you know, very true.

JZ, if it's any consolation, Sara is *still* fascinated by the whole tampon issue, which is sort of unavoidable when you're in a rest area bathroom sharing a stall. So tired of explaining that one.

WHAT. THERE IS NO BABY. THERE'S JUST A SATED-LOOKING LION WITH A MONKEY-SIZED LUMP IN HIS GUT, YOU SICK FUCKS.

Hah! Yes. Let's not teach the childrens wrong things.

Also: I just realized that the Dr. Horrible show that is playing at the Balagan theater here in Seattle is NOT, in fact, just a "we're playing the DVD and you get to sing along!" (which would be awesome and I would totally go to, and was just looking up tickets for), but is instead an entirely new stage-musical adaptation of Dr. Horrible, with new songs and stuff. WTf?!?! Now I'm torn if I want to go see it or not. Hrm. This was opening weekend (so I missed it), and I'll be out of town closing weekend (Labor Day), so my BIRTHDAY is the only day I could see it (Sunday night). Hrmmm...

OK, a little better now. I re-ran the numbers when I remembered my boss actually got my rate $2/hour more than we originally discussed and using the actual hours/week I have been working. I did all the calculations of pulling out estimated taxes (self-employment taxes and regular taxes) and it looks like it is actually at break even until Cobra starts. So, better than nothing and if I can reduce anywhere (electricity and water, I am looking at you) then I might have an extra few this month.

When we were kids, my brother and I used to talk about how when we were grown up we were each going to be millionaires and/or President.

When you and your sister were growing up did you talk about how you would donate sperm to her lesbian partner so they could have kids?

Darnit. I did NOT, in fact, win the lottery last night.

I told you. On the other hand, you did not get eaten by a shark or struck by lightning as I had also predicted.

On the other hand, you did not get eaten by a shark or struck by lightning as I had also predicted.

This is true.

OTOH, I did get to witness a trans guy convince two straight tango dancer girls (one of whom is married) to go back to his hotel room for a threesome. Though that may be totally common in his world, it was quite the sight in mine...

6 mopre spindles. 19 down, 34 to go. I was going to apply more goo, but given how my hands and wrists hurt, I think I need to give 'em a break. All sweaty and gross now. Will rinse off before going to bed on my clean sheets.

Actually had a couple hours doing NOTHING today (while laundry dried.) Took a catnap with Loki and MK, returned something to Target and got a couple of these for my bathroom storage [link] (there isn't room for much else. Really need to put up shelves if I could just find what I want.)

msbelle, glad the numbers look a little better. I'm skimming really close this month because of plane tickets and the doors and of course, $60 gallons of paint stripper and scrapers and gloves and plastic and and and. Do not like.

What? Apparently I can't run my microwave and my Foreman grill at the same time. Pops the fuse. Which is the same fuse at the TiVo, so I'm glad I found out now, and not during recording of a show.

meara, did the woman know he was trans?

I have to turn off the ac in my bedroom to dry my hair. I can run the vacuum, though, which I find interesting since that + micro was always a killer in my old apartment. But then, while there have been some upgrades to the electrical in this house, it probably wasn't done THAT recently.