Oh, yeah, this'll work out just fine.

Cigarettes And Shambles:

15146 / 50000 (30.29%)

Okay, if I could pull this off at the point where I am now, I will be really, really ridiculously impressed with myself.

... I won't, of course, but I'm sure as hell not going to stop trying. I'm just having the worst time getting my brain to want to write because all it keeps thinking is, "DAY OFF! PUMPKIN PIE! MONEY IN MY BANK ACCOUNT! WHEEEEEEEE!"

You know what I'm grateful for today?

I'm grateful for stories like this.

If your heart doesn't swell three times bigger listening to that, I don't know what to do for you.

But it's stories like that that show exactly the best revenge for homophobes like Focus on the Family and AFA -- just keep living. Just keep on going on roller coasters and going to Thanksgiving dinner and loving the grandkids no matter what and the next generation will figure out on their own from experience what's really important.

*hugs everybody*

THIS IS MY DREAM SEASON OF REALITY TV.

I've been working so much overtime I completely forgot about Top Chef All-Stars.

I literally flapped my hands as I watched that. STARS. STARS IN MY EYES.

I have had sweet potatoes. All is well.

(During a pre-dinner conversation amongst my family members about "Dancing With The Stars," which later culminated in a group Palin-family hatefest)

My great-uncle: "And how sexy did Jennifer Grey look?"
My dad: "She's so hot. I'd hit that."

The fact that this admission was not followed by a fistbump filled me with the disappoints.