Remember, Dick, we can't liquefy humans.

Flist. I am sorry, I have been missing. Not that I expect anybody's missed me (though I secretly hope at least someone has), but still-. January was crazy, and February's just been kicking my ass, too.

But I hope to be back to fairly regular - for me, that is - posting, and soon. In the meantime:

Dear Period:

DIAF.

That is all.

No love (and wishing hard for early menopause while I'm at it),
Kim

Only in this computerized, connected age...

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAAAAHAHAAAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA!!¡!!!!11!!1!1!!!!

Boychild is in bed with me tonight, and we are discussing how girls' bodies change during puberty. He's following along fine until:

Me: So the ovary releases one egg -
Boychild: An egg?
Me: Yes; it's about the size of the period at the end of a sentence.
Boychild: ...Yeah, but what font?

THIS IS IMPORTANT CHIZ RIGHT HERE, KIDS!!!!

*dies laughing*