Love that.

OK, so this will mean something probably only to Steph and -t, particularly if you've listened to Midnight Burger Shift Notes and/or the Hwat! podcasts -- I just signed off a co-working session with my friend Dave with a, "Byeeeee!" as they often do over there. Not normal behavior for me. They are infiltrating my brain.

Awww. I haven't totally immersed myself in Shift Notes or Hwat! yet, but I've listened to a few here and there and I already recognize the Byeeee!

EM came over this morning and was tasked with prodding my executive function.

I had to do nothing but adult shit!

I dealt with a mortgage, insurance and bug extermination. Emails and calls and paper work!

Who's got the maturity for all that?

It's birthday week for my kinder. Emmett turns 30 tomorrow, which means you have been watching him grow up for a long time. Matilda turns 20 on Saturday.

We'll all be going out to dinner together at our new favorite family place, Parc Bistro.

. Emmett turns 30 tomorrow, which means you have been watching him grow up for a long time. Matilda turns 20 on Saturday.

NOPE. Unacceptable. Those two are both TINY BABIES.

Sheesh, Hec. You are making me feel old. Have a wonderful time at the birthday dinner.

I just signed off a co-working session with my friend Dave with a, "Byeeeee!"

That's awesome! I reply to about 1/3 of Tim's questions with "Don't worry about it."

Emmett turns 30 tomorrow, which means you have been watching him grow up for a long time. Matilda turns 20 on Saturday.

I think I just lost my eyesight, because I could not possibly have read what I thought I read.

That's awesome! I reply to about 1/3 of Tim's questions with "Don't worry about it."

Bwahaha

Darth Tigger at 30, I don't know about this. Sounds like polar bears to me.

That's awesome! I reply to about 1/3 of Tim's questions with "Don't worry about it."

Excellent!

Good grief. Thirty and 20? Really? Really??!?!? Wow.

Doesn't shock me as much because half-brother Adam is the Goofus to Emmett's Gallant in my head and Goofus turned thirty in May--I guess I had sort of built up that they were born at, like, the exact same time, which is more like scientific research than real life, I guess. Didn't realize we shared a sign, though, me and your kids. Childhood BFF showed up in my inbox with wishes, which is cool and all that, but I had a rough few days and didn't get back to her. (Plus, she is kind of a lot in a Smartest Kid in Summer Enrichment kind of way that doesn't feel as cool now that we're, you know, Crips of A Certain Age) I want credit in the Book of Life because I didn't write back "Bitch, we talk maybe three times a year these days. Get over yourself!"because she *tracked me down* and did, like, the "so worried!1" thing(I've pulled that a lot myself, never realized how schticky it can feel--apologies.) If I had laughed at her like that, she would have literally sicced her mommy on me. our community is *so much fun*. it's too bad she's in the Bay Area and I'm not, but I have a paid off coffin, uh, I mean *condo*(One day I MUST stop making that mistake. Right?)

Much love to the kids, Hec; you have every reason to be so proud of both of them.

And also much love to Sheryl and Nilly. I am very grateful for both of you; no atonement needed here, just keep posting and letting us care for you.

And to the rest of you, thanks for letting me hang out with you here. It's been a heck of a year, and I couldn't have gotten through it without you. Let's keep the Buffista love circulating, ok?