Yeah....

We have large numbers of hasidic families who visit at work, for a huge number of reasons (many of which are the same secular, standard families visit-it’s an important site in a NE city, it’s free to visit, it’s iconic, etc etc).

I have pre-made Negronis in the freezer for the whole of the summer. So good. 

You will take my negronis from my cold, dead, hands. 

I need this. 

Yeah....

I believe you. Fully.

My wisdom teeth also came in normal!!!

I also have difficult/impossible to find pulses, improperly placed nerves in my mouth, a fucked up pointy rib, and freakishly low blood pressure while boasting ridiculous high cholesterol.

Something about how my insides or almost insides are set up requires something well, in there, for maximum enjoyment. I’m convinced at this point that my anatomy as a whole person is just slightly weird and off and lends me to be in the odd percentages when it comes to such things. 

SNS has been SO LATE and I’m an old and have work the next day.

That’s a fucking awful unfeeling ‘The corporation is me, I am the corporation’ load of bullshit.

One of my more ruddy coworkers yesterday told me I shouldn’t drink water from our bottle filling station because the pipes will make me infertile (if that’s the case, Philadelphia women are defying odds left right and center). When I told him I didn’t care because I wasn’t having any children he said ‘well, you don’t…

I am curious about this as well. It’s like in Poldark where the one character who has been raised next to the damn ocean his whole life, doesn’t know how to swim.

It barely takes anything. When I’m back in Germany for any amount of time, my English starts taking on German phrasing tendencies and it’s very weird. German does strange things to adjectives that doesn’t exist very much in English and makes my English sound bizarre.

I’m so glad he’s healthy. I was so freaked out about it. Now I can just enjoy the hilarious sadness that is cone-dom. 

It is really big! But it’s because of where his lump was, right essentially on his forearm. So he’d be able to wriggle his little Buster face right up on it.

It’s such a cute reminder of many things. And small and was quick and really didn’t hurt very much. They said ‘it’ll feel like a sunburn’. and yep. Felt like a sunburn. 

Thanks. I know, it’s different! I’m not sure what difference it makes, truthfully. He’s almost done with it, so only a few more days of sad cuteness. 

He’s pretty ambivalent about it. He was really angry at it the first night, but now just is like ‘ok, fine, I’m not a fan, but fine’. For whatever reason during the day he doesn’t bother his arm, but at night, all bets are off.