Not exactly, but . . .

Oh. My. God. I would have been clinging to the ceiling by my fingernails.

Thank you. I thought I was the only one.

I gather there's some speculation now about it being a rat snake, but it sure looked like a water moccasin to me.

Don't have personal experience, but yeah, the schoolbus gossip when I was growing up in GA was that once you squared off with a cottonmouth, it would chase you if you ran, and bite the fuck out of you if you didn't.

Congratulations, you just wrote the most terrifying thing I've read in the last week. *Every time* I've had an unfortunate close encounter with a snake, it's happened right after a thought like that. And then you said, "Australia", and I'm like 97% certain that people who have lived in Australia are given a…

I always thought snakes would flee if they knew someone was coming, but apparently copperheads go perfectly still to avoid being seen... Which obviously doesn't help you to avoid stepping on them!

Okay, I don't know where I was when you posted this, but I would like to officially request a glass of whatever the hell you were drinking when you wrote it. A bottomless glass.

They're too small for me, too. I used to go with the Enell, but for the last 6 months or so I've been in love with—stops to double check name—the "Glamorise Women's Double-Layer Custom-Control Sport Bra" . . . prettier than the Enell, and does a competent job containing the girls when I'm running.

(mumbling mostly to self . . . )

What cracks me up is that I took the time to wonder about the "early" c-section (and even had the thought, "wow, I had no idea we could save babies THAT young"), but truly didn't, even for a second, think about figuring out how young was young.

Crap. 32 weeks IS 8 months, isn't it? It didn't occur to me to do the math, mostly because it's Monday and I haven't had coffee yet.

I'm cheering you on! We need all the refreshingly humble, insightful doctors we can get!

But what's with the north-metro area getting cheat vehicles (I'm lookin' at you, 400)? Jeep Cherokees and trucks (and the Tauruses). It's like they have no sense of fair play at all!

I figured she checked on him, then went for her phone? Agree that it was weird to see her clear out, but the way the kid then got up and made for the house made me figure she went for the phone, saw he was up, and called him to get inside.

Thank you. They get an irrational amount of hate.

Oh God.

I do give credit to the freelancer in that second email. It's clear that she was mortified and trying desperately to avoid offending further.

Genuine question—what were the psychological effects you experienced?

Four of us had an empty theater for CA: TWS last week. Cherish is the word . . .