So a few people asked me what the 16 y/o got for his birthday. He got money. Those teens love them some dollars I kid you not. His eyes lit up and he hugged me hard (awwwww at 16?), and I was sure he had it spent before he left the room. But no. He banked it. He doesn’t spend, that one.

He. Banks. Everything.

We bought him L plates and the learner’s book thing from the RTA so he had something to open. They’re still unused. He can’t be bothered getting his learners yet. Strange thing is, I dread either of the boys driving, but him not getting his learners yet disappoints me in some way. What is with that??

We also scarfed a huge chocolate mudcake (with soccerball candles on it) and took him out for dinner. So all in all, I think he did rather well.

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Don’t you hate it when you post a rant and then someone reminds you that you aren’t perfect either?

Because I went here yesterday, where the lovely Lightening reminded me I am totally lame and a wuss and even maybe a hypocrit because it was Pap Test week last week, and I remembered I haven’t been for like, oh, 100 years. And I don’t want to go. At all.

I’m not a touchy feely kind of person unless I have had a LOT of alcohol. I mean, family can hug me all they like, but don’t come near me doing that “nice to meet you” social hug thing, or the fake I haven’t seen you, like, FOREVER!” hug because I will get all awkward and probably stick an elbow in your eye by mistake and sweat on you with embarrassment because I am so awkward. So if I don’t even want to hug you because I don’t know you very well? You can damn well bet I don’t want to lie on my back in front of you, waiting for you to shove in a cold speculum.

But yes, I’m going to go anyway. Soon. And so should you. If you are female that is.

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And while we are on a somewhat medical theme, I’ve got one word for you.

Zoloft.

Is it good?