Home again, home again, jiggity jig

My feet are sore, but I've gotten a lot accomplished today. Got to the homestead. Got most of the food for the rest of the week.

Dad's doing well, although he wasn't amused when I said "Welcome to my world. We're both aching, leaking, and tired." Asking him to smirk at menstrual humor was probably a bit much, although he did, when pressed by Mother, admit that that maxipad was very good for soaking up around his drain when he had it.

And I have some wierd mental block and once again forgot to bring my PJs, the second year in a row. So I scooted over to Vanity Fair, where I found a darling nightshirt - dark blue, with white polar bears and snowflakes on it. Nicely suitable for slumber parties. I also got a pile of very cute socks, as I am renouncing slippers. I've excavated two crickets and a woolly bear in various stages of dead from my slippers this year and Have Had ENOUGH!

Oh, this is PERFECT!

For the few who haven't already seen this pop up on their f-list, the ultimate pro-choice revenge: Pledging money to Planned Parenthood for every protester who shows up every day. The more they picket, the more money they make for PP.

Oh, this is good. This is even better than donating in the name of someone who's anti-choice - this actually makes them semi-responsible for the money rolling in!