I have become an ICQ gangbang hobag.

You think I am exaggerating, but this morning I was chatting with Deb, Kim Rollins and Dawn all at once, as well as having e-mail conversations with Cameron and Beth, and then Amanda came on to chat and I realized that I was stretched to the limit. And that my Mom was about to ring me, so I signed off.

By the time that I came back on, everybody was offline, so I don't know what the fuck it is about Sunday morning that makes everyone be online and chatty. Is it their church?

Yesterday I spent the afternoon in the backyard, attempting to paint my nails pumpkin orange.

It really was an all-day affair, as I was using a nail polish that may well be new, but is also thick as cream cheese, and therefor I had to keep putting it on and taking it off and the whole thing made me want to fling it down the toilet, except that it cost $2.99 and I had never used it before and by golly a little bottle of pumpkin orange nailpolish wasn't going to best me!

So, it took several hours of redoing and swearing at it (Molly: "Kymmie, why is that 'screw nailpolish'?" Me: "Because it won't go on smoothly and I hate it and want it to die! And don't say 'screw'.") but it's on and it looks good and I'm never using it again.

Fran and the kids went into the house and I stayed outdoors, then the sitter came and Fran and Cynthia went to see Gladiator at last, and I was still in the backyard. And then I heard Bonnie start to scream.

Now lately she has been the screamingest baby in the known universe, especially when she is with only one adult, because the only thing that will stop her when she starts to shattering glass is distraction, and that can only come from another adult.

In fact, someone called the cops the other day because she was screaming at Fran while he was taking a shower, and the window was open and the tile was echo-y.

Well, I was sitting in the yard, and I heard the screaming, and I knew it was just because she was in a temper and wanted Cynthia, because she was screaming "Mommy's coming back soon!" but I thought that if anyone had an itchy trigger finger from the other morning, best to go inside and help out, so I knocked on the door and I was just in time before the sitter's brains began leaking out of her ears.

And she calmed right down and we sat down on the couch and cuddled and watched whatever damn Christmas video Molls was watching, and then she started nodding off (she wouldn't go down for a nap, which explained the nuclear meltdown) and then I rode off on my white horse, leaving the sitter to say "Who was that mysterious stranger who saved us? All she left was a silver bullet!" She thinks I fucking walk on water now.

The Masked Baby Calmer, that's me. I am so the man.

Look what Deb sent me! this link!

Of course, I don't believe that it wasn't good, but then I have no perspective. And I have no doubt that the audience went away happy. Say, Deb mentioned that in last Sunday's Austin paper they had a number that you could call to hear a song. Any of you Austinites still have that number? I haven't got the albums yet.

It's 1.37a, I can't think of a new question.

And we're still talking about publicity, cravings, being behind the times, bug invasions (some quite revolting stories!), irrational fears, family legends, what to write about when there's nothing to write about, children's books and the first lines quiz (now with answers!), swearing, our top ten songs, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.

Today's horoscope:
Focus on your ambitions. Evaluate your capacities for advancing and use your communication skills to further your position.

One year ago today:
I said to them "You removed the stake from the heart of that scene!"

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