So I'm watching an episode of Poirot on Netflix, and I totally love that Poirot's solution to the murder depends on the fact that British cuisine is horrible.

Heh.

My dad just called memoir help with his phone while I was trying to watch football. My world is all topsy-turvy. I didn't miss anything good, but still, weird.

Aww, Ginger, I'm sorry things are so horrible right now. I hope having Zenkitty there helps.

Thanks folks! Jetta is a pretty girl, and even sometimes well-behaved. Right now she's conked on the floor next to me because we walked nearly 7 miles on hilly trails and she's tired. Soon we will meet the dog-walker, and then I will make these gingerbread blondies, and then go see Creed.

changed the password for the wifi and set up a guest network I can turn on and off with a few clicks. I think this will end the battle on electronics monitoring and I will no longer have to take the plug to the router with me when I leave to enforce the rules.

Now to get the tivo set up with the new password which is somewhat involved, I think, goin from an apple plain english password to a hexadecimal code or somesuch.

Smart, msbelle.

nope, I was wrong, it takes the regular password, so all done and now when mac loses electronic privileges I turn off the guest network and he has no wireless for his devices and thus no access. no talks, no doing without myself, just off..

Ugh Ginger, ugh! Your oncologist needs to be popped. I'm so glad you have Zen there with you. May you have all the salt.

Thank you Zen for being there

Aaannnd Jetta is beautiful, Consuela. Also beautiful is the elegance of your new wifi system msbelle, kudos! We need something like that. Although Isaac is desperately trying to learn how to regulate himself, there's only so much self control a 10 yo boy can handle.

I'm glad Zen is there. Does your oncologist take asshole pills with his coffee, Ginger? I hope the salt intake plan helps.

Sounds like an excellent plan, msbelle! Though sucky that you have to plan like that.

Cheered on marathoners for a couple hours, then met a friend for brunch. (And later the girl from last night texted that she's just looking for friends. Which, ok--but don't then tell me to come dance with you at a different bar??)

Girl is already a pain, meara. Do you have a special radar for the type who likes to send out mixed signals? I swears you remind me of me sometimes. IME the "just looking for a friend" comment usually meant that I wasn't their type, although about 20% of the time or so it turned out it meant I was hella their type for a fling but it would never be any more than that. Which is just enough time to make it feel like it was worth it? Ugh.