Oldernowiser

At least he seems to be paying his tuition with fake money, so there’s that. My guess is at this point Jer’s life plan is down to, “MacArthur can’t live forever.” Although I suspect he’s not the only guy there with that same plan.

Zoomama, big hug. It may be different for this test but usually the person who administers the test is not qualified or allowed to analyze the results or talk about them with the patient. Sometimes you can tell from how they act. I’ve been able to get information sometimes by asking, “I understand that officially you can’t tell me, but how worried should I be?” For your other questions, call the office up and ask them. They want you calm and as comfortable as possible, so they should be happy to tell you what you can expect. Deep breaths, sweetie. Have another hug.

I never, ever, ever want to see that pose again. From anyone.

You know, living with another human being, no matter how much you love and respect them, can be just hard, especially over the course of a lifetime. People change, especially as they age. People go through dark times, when they become unreachable. People go through life crap and discover their coping mechanisms are completely opposite. All of these things become more obvious when a couple goes through big life role changes (having children, raising children, changing jobs, locations or careers, caring for older family members, changing physically, becoming ill, retiring, income changes, etcetera etcetera etcetera.) Add forced 24/7 togetherness with few outside activities due to Covid-19 for going on six months? It’s all exacerbated. Especially when two people have strong needs for alone time or are extroverts who desperately need outside activities. What I’m trying to say is that these are unprecedented times. It’s no wonder many of us are struggling not only as individuals but also as parties to other relationships. Maybe we just try to be kind to ourselves and recognize that some MAJOR shit is going down and that we’re all doing what we can to get by? Group hug?

It’s the hardest decision I’ve ever made and I’ve made it 11 times. As a former vet technician, I can tell you that it’s all too common to wait too long...I did, and more than once. And those are the ones I regret. At some point, you know, even when you really, really don’t want to know.

Aren’t the tips of her fingers weirdly red? They look inflamed.

And the 2020 award for humor brilliance under severe emotionally shitty circumstances goes to...Happyfatchick! (I realize that it doesn’t make any of it suck scissors any less, but damn, I’m impressed...bravo.)

Hey, it takes time to peddle an “exclusive,” especially since “new Duggar baby” ranks right up there with, “today, the sun rose.” I’m sure JB is dialing as fast as he can...

@Happyfatchick, my heart goes out to you. My pets, my dogs especially, have been my best friends and my family...and I’ve had to say goodbye so often. Your Rocky is a mensch. I wish I could make this easier for you somehow.

I’m no expert, but it seems to me that if one uses...ahem...a similar technique to playing a clarinet in...ahem....other situations, the recipient of aforementioned technique is going to need the services of a urologist STAT.

I worship this. My mantra has been, “Ain’t sick, ain’t broke.” I need to get back to that.

There were maybe six minutes right after the reception, too...

Keeping your gums healthy helps keep your heart healthy. A Sonic Fusion is more than justified!

Hold up, is she posting from the bathroom?

Maine is beautiful in the fall...😁

Jynnan Tonnix, I'm so sorry you are dealing with all of this stuff. You are not alone...between my mother’s death and my husband‘s constant complaining about every tiny thing there are days when I just want to walk out the front door and keep walking. I suspect it’s just his way of wanting my attention, but hey, pal, my mother just died so my head is kinda busy right now and thus I’m fresh out of sympathetic noises just because it was crowded at the post office. I love him but he retired two months before Covid and I am just exhausted of having us both here 24/7. I want to find a nice Buddhist retreat somewhere where no one talks...especially me.

Can someone explain in words of one syllable, possibly involving hand puppets and Powerpoint, why anyone, ANYONE, needs to describe the nursing habits of their toddler on social media? Seriously, WTAF???

We had a cat who used to bring garden snakes inside...still alive. Ironically, I couldn’t handle that at all so Mr. Wiser did, but last summer when a larger one of these somehow got through the garage doors and traveled thirty feet into my husband’s office, he was useless,so I used a dustpan and a box and dumped it outside, no problem. It’s funny the things that freak us out and the things that don’t...

These people SEVERELY need a new hobby.

Let me help...possible baby. Some actual babies. Gratuitous “competition” of some sort. Y’alls, y’all. Fabricated drama. Possible courtship...or not. Too much Michelle and JB, meaning any. Now you’re covered for the rest of the season.

ijustwantsomechips...one other thought...that exterminator guy was flirting with you big time. Just sayin’...

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I vote RFP spaced off the paperwork because he’s too busy taking selfies and staring in mirrors.

You do you and screw them. Stay home. We are in the middle of a pandemic...it doesn’t make any sense to have a zillion people over to breathe on a newborn (and each other) anyway. Big fierce hug...

I checked with Mr. Wiser, as he was in charge of All Things Ant while I sniveled, and apparently there are a zillion types of ants all of which have different agendas. He confirmed that with sugar ants you get either the bait that has sugar and borax or the traps that contain the same (we used traps because our retriever would have slurped that bait up in a nanosecond). We tried the clove/cinnamon oil spray and all it did was ruin coffee cake for me, perhaps permanently, and it made the dogs sneeze.