God, Perkins, way to not start your weekend right. Also, don't get infected anymore, okay? Even a little bit. (Also, you're so not making me want a port...you really need to sail through this adversity free FOR ME, understand?)

My sister keeps reminding me my mother reads my LJ. But surely she doesn't click on all the cut tags of boring-to-her stuff, right?

I call in a redo for this week. It's still early enough to fix things.

Thank god tumblr's not just me. I've been twitchy, and that's sad.

I suddenly have "Just another Tino Monday" in my head, to the tune of ... yeah, that. Do not want.

I'm glad Sass is resting well, Sparky. Poor little thing.

Perkins, no more infections!

In an attempt to redirect the week, pictures from the very mini but extremely delightful SF2F yesterday:

Matilda, HKF and Sox walking in the rain (we were going to ride the great glass elevator at the St. Francis, but it turned out to be closed to non-hotel-guest persons, so we had to content ourselves with hanging out in the swanky lobby looking at a 10-foot-tall gingerbread and sugar cake representation of the fortified city of Carcassone, surrounded by fake snow and a train full of tiny Christmas elves (it bills itself as the largest sugar castle in San Francisco, apparently having trounced all competing SF sugar castles in some castle-on-castle smackdown we never heard of before).

Riding the F Market. Immediately after I took this picture, HKF borrowed Matilda's book and in true Buffistasprog fashion, they put their heads together and spent the rest of the ride pondering its mysteries.

P-C makes everything awesome! When I told Matilda who we were meeting, she actually squeed, and then she clapped her hands and said, "I like Sunil! He makes me laugh!"

(However, she was sad that javachik couldn't make it. She still talks about taking the dogs for a walk and being very careful with their leashes, and picking lemons, and the pretty shower curtain with the butterflies.)

Matt, peace to you and yours.

Perkins, no infections!

I hope Sass feels better soon.

ION... 4th Amendment underwear.

and JESSE IS A LIAR!

Only a little bit.

What does HKF stand for? Hong Kong Fooey?

When I told Matilda who we were meeting, she actually squeed, and then she clapped her hands and said, "I like Sunil! He makes me laugh!"

BUNNY SPOON!

HFK = Hello Kitty Fan

Fuckneck is pretty awesome, but all hatemail pales before "Dear Socialist Fuckstick" that Markos got.ETA: Dramatic reading of Dear Socialist Fuckstick e-mail here. [link]

I just used my last kleenex. I did not know it was my last kleenex.

NO ONE KNOWS MY PAIN.

Except, y'know, my co-workers, who had to listen to me whine until they gave me kleenex.

For some reason I always read "HKF" as "Hong Kong Fan"...imagining someone who liked Jackie Chan, Michelle Khan and Jet Li films...

My mom is going through estate hell. The buyers of her mom's house keep going "and one more thing" even after they've signed contracts. This is a very expensive luxury home in La Jolla (that $ was my mom's parents, not the rest of the family) and they're getting a total deal on it already because my mom's siblings want to unload quick because of stress. And they keep getting one thing and another thing and another thing. They were offered the chance to make an offer on any of the furniture 3 x. And now they're pissed that the house no longer has furniture in it. They were banking on getting it for free. They're suing their own realtor. Etc. etc. Total hell. They were trouble that was relatively easy to spot. My mom would have walked away from their offer but her siblings didn't want to. So now they're embroiled with complete hell buyers.