Thankfully, my mother has a cable modem, so I should be able to sneak away for some bloggity venting, sanity checks, and the like. (Edited to add - except that her cable modem is down, so I’m using dial-up. Oh the Dark Ages!)
Other random tidbits (Spring cleaning for my brain)
1. I’m thinking of switching to Typepad or someplace. I got really frustrated when Blogger was down a while ago when I really
2. We went out to dinner the other night to this place where you grill your own food. The menu included a handy description of how to tell if the meat was done. I read it and started giggling, and even J chuckled a bit. (Because chuckling seems more manly than giggling, I guess.) All very quietly, since I didn’t exactly want to explain to everyone at the table who hadn’t read TCOYF why this was so damn funny.
We suggest the ol’ touch test when grilling steaks and burgers. A rare steak will feel like your cheek, medium rare like your chin, medium like the tip of your nose, and well done like the bottom of your shoe.
Thankfully, my cervix has never felt like the bottom of my shoe.
3. Thank you for the fun comments on the laying/lying. Being with this much family is stressful, and it was really nice to sneak away with my computer and find your comments. Much appreciated, really.