"What the FUCK are you doing in my car, get the FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" and I may have had to have a baseball bat lifted over my head in order to say that much.

This was my approach to the guy who attacked me in my house! "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" also I tried to poke his eyes out. Unfortunately I failed because he ran away. Coward.

Clearly, we run the gamut on stranger confrontations.

I think y'all know towards which end I land.

Oral HPV infections way more common in men. Huh.

I kind of want to high-five them for making the effort. Is that wrong?

Not at all wrong.

Sophia, see I probably would not have even talked to a man sleeping in my car, I would have called 911.

What I said was "You are scaring me. I am going to exit the car right now." Then he said "This isn;t my car?" and I said "No it is my car." and I swaer he said "Then, where is my car?". That is what lead me to trying to ehp him find his car. And bel ate for work.

msbelle, you didn't really punch him that hard with your tiny fists of rage (if it's when we were together). Or did you punch his fake bird?

I remember there was a point when I looked at Noah and I thought, "I wish I knew what he was thinking." I now look at him and think, "stop sharing!!"

No, I did not hit him hard, and I probably did hit the parrot. It was more about my reaction. She found it fascinating that I hate meeting people. She picked up IMMEDIATELY that I was an extrovert.

I think if I found a strange man in my car, I would call the cops, poke him until he woke up, and then awkwardly explain to the police why he wasn't there anymore. That's about my current capacity for dealing with the unexpected.

I remember there was a point when I looked at Noah and I thought, "I wish I knew what he was thinking." I now look at him and think, "stop sharing!!"

Ahahaha!

Both of my nephews are at various stages of running commentary (Tyler is the same age as Noah.) With T, it's that. With Dominic, it is once again "I wish I understood his brain." He is so random. Current thing is that he can sing, pretty well (he's probably the only one in our family who can.) And he does it a lot, makes it up as he goes along and it's pretty fucking random and where the fuck is that coming from?!

It's kinda awesome and hilarious.

And he does it a lot, makes it up as he goes along and it's pretty fucking random and where the fuck is that coming from?!

Hee. My family is all about bursting into random made-up song about...doing the dishes or something. And we will join in and offer our own made-up bits. (I'm not saying it sounds GOOD...) Usually operatic-style.

I am stuck in SFO (and not any of the GOOD terminals) for the next two hours at least. And then on a plane for a couple hours. Sigh. I have, however, snagged a decent seat (ALL the flights are delayed, so it's mad crowded). And more importantly, a powerport, since I forgot my kindle and have to entertain myself with my phone on the plane (I am currently using my work computer, because I"m not going to surf for two hours on the phone).

So please, please entertain me.