(balls-out jealous of Hec's temps, sad living somewhere where 104F ever counts as a reprieve, but here in July it is.) horrible night last night living out a digestive nightmare, tentatively recovering, but it's been the WORST.

cereal To add: Happy birthday, sj and say hi to Jen the next time you see her. We kind of used to talk a lot, but it's been a while. We have the thread space now for those thoughts not to compete with my internal freakout.

I'd have given a working body part to have Bobby Junior's direct line at four AM to be, like, "Despite the big bowl, there's still vomit down my t-shirt and the very act of heaving? Tends to shake everything loose. Contrary to what people think, I don't get off on these *particular* gritty details, but what part of that job should Mom work as a freebie?(For the record, nobody else will ever do that, because I don't *have* in-laws, much less a whole cadre of women that can eat lunch professionally. Part of the reason Mom even started billing was because it offended her sensiblities to think that Arizona should get out of weekend care cause we hung out. It was lucky she did because we both needed the lifeline eventually. His father would be so horrified.