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A couple random notes.

* It would have been nice to know that there was going to be a party in the house today, so I could have prepared myself for the mad dash upstairs in hopes of not encountering a random stranger and having to be polite after spending eight hours doing precisely that. Also, a warning that the kitchen would be hopelessly trashed would have been cool, because now I have to eat out rather than making the food I bought last night, which means that I really wish I hadn't spent twenty bucks on Domino's last night before I knew I'd have a chance to go food shopping.

* The Red Sox have signed David Wells, an excellent if aging lefty pitcher. Who pitched for the Yankees last year. I'm pleased and amused by this, but it may take a little while to get over my instinctive negative reaction whever I see him on the mound.

That is all. I have ordered delicious sushi and must prepare myself to go pick it up. Living a three minutes' walk away from some of the best sushi I've ever had is so dangerous.

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Also, I splurged to add a year to my paid account. Hooray!

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Crossposted to childfree.

Today I learned that my uterus is hawt and sexy.

I was having a perfectly normal conversation with a customer about the hassle of Christmas trees, which led to the kid thing - because the customer, having kids, has to have a tree, whereas I, childfree, do not - which in turn led to me saying, "No, I don't have kids yet. Or ever."

Then she starts going on about how I sound like her daughter and we are wasting our uteruses that God gave us. I mention the possibility of adoption, pointing out that there are already loads of kids who need homes, so why go and make one? Again, I sound like her daughter (the poor child) and then she starts in on the uterus theme again: "You have a beautiful uterus. God gave it to you, don't waste it."

A: Leave your god out of it. B: Shut up. C: Get out of my store, plskthx. D: Shut up.

She wasn't belligerent or openly rude or anything, but damn if she didn't sound like just about every breeder I've read about at childfree.

Oh, and surprise, surprise: She's twenty-nine with seven kids.