That sounds pretty good.

I’m coming to grips with my senior prom being twenty years ago this month.

My husband and I were considering moving there, too, for many of the same reasons. Instead, we will remain in New Mexico.

I never thought I’d get sentimental over diapers, but I’m now thinking about Newborn Electron in her tiny, tiny Swaddlers and getting a giant lump in my throat.

Make it happen, Universe. Eat nuts and kick butts!

3001: The Final Odyssey is one of my secret SF loves. I wish there was a Fry/Frank crossover on Futurama.

I try to keep my easily-identifiable posts about Kid Electron on lockdown, but I know I’ve missed a few places.

Kid Electron’s answer was, “Have Siri do it.” Granted, this is Kid Electron’s answer to most iPhone-related issues, which I discovered when I found her shouting “SIRI! PLAY HAMILTON!” over and over at 3 a.m. a few weeks ago.

Not gonna lie, after the Thin Mints and Tagalongs are gone, the Rah-Rah Raisins aren’t horrible with a cup of tea and an afternoon’s ennui.

Believe me, I know all of that. I could literally give you a multimedia lecture on the triumphs and failures of the US space program, complete with a section about the shuttle program and its legacy of stagnation.

I’m going to leave out my two hour rant about the state of the American space program and leave you with the closing:

The fact that Russia managed to claw through the 1990s and emerge with its space program intact is amazing. The fact that we didn’t have an immediate replacement for the shuttle is a national embarrassment.

Oh, god. I have been there. Going limp, screaming, trying to dash in front of an oncoming Toyota — Kid Electron loves pulling stunts in parking lots.

I’m glad that the crop I’ve bumped into have been smart enough to understand that *gasp!* people have sex!

Yep. I got pregnant at nineteen and terminated. Went on to marry the guy a couple years later. Eleven years after that, I had my daughter.

If I’d been forced to carry that first pregnancy to term, I’m certain that child would have entered into the system before they turned two. I was in no position to care for a…

A friend of mine working for a station up in the PNW asked me to please, please, please do their version of that segment, because nobody up there would recognize my voice. I turned him down, but I was secure in the knowledge that it’s faaaaaaaake.

My first thought was, “oooh, maybe we can get Hamilton tickets!” since that’s now Kid Electron’s soundtrack.

The pressure as a trainer, even at the collegiate level, is ridiculous. I ended up dropping from my program after a single year, partly because I was frustrated when one of my guys would play with an injury, even after the coaches were told, hey, this is a one-way ticket to knee surgery. (I also dropped because said…

Had this been Kid Electron, Carly’s campaign would be a smoking, radioactive crater.

Fuck this guy and fuck his stupid song.