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She might want to try this: https://www.bangordailynews.com/2022/07/21/homestead/peeing-on-your-garden-joam40zk0w/#:~:text=Even if the urine does,your garden%2C” he said.

Awww, they look happy and comfortable together (unlike Jessa and Ben). She should be teaching a class for young women called,"You, Too, Can Hang a Door or Window Blinds." I'm a wee bit jealous...I've never flown first class in my life.

My mother was in the "a dog is a dog" crowd. In the 1950s our family lived in my mother's small town where you knew everybody or were related to them. Our family had a hound dog named Bingo who roamed all over town every day and came home when he got hungry or when he felt like it (like a bad husband). My mother's cousin-in-law, Jean, had a poodle that was treated like royalty (we shall call the poodle Fifi). Jean and her husband couldn't have biological children and adopted three kids a few years later. But at this time all of Jean's maternal instincts were showered on Fifi. Jean called my mother one day screaming,"Do you know what your dog did? DO...YOU...KNOW?!" My mother did not know but she was intrigued. She often got calls like that about my brother but never about BIngo. Turns out Bingo had gotten into Jean's backyard and...ahem...had his way with Fifi. Of course Fifi got pregnant. The day the puppies were born my mother got out a Congratulations card and an inkpad. She put Bingo's paw on the inkpad, stamped the inside of the card with it and wrote,"With love from Daddy" and sent it over to Jean's. Jean saw no humor and didn't speak to my mother for a month. I heard this story 30 years later when they were sitting on a porch swing together laughing hysterically. After raising three kids Jean realized somewhere along the line that a knocked-up dog isn't that big of a deal. My mother got a big smirk on her face when Jean said,"You know, I still have that card somewhere."

He is also the son-in-law of Ron Howard because he's married to Bryce Dallas Howard. I remember him from Dirty Sexy Money.

I kept expecting Six to show up at the end.

I was thinking the other day that it would be fun to go to an adult sleep away camp. One where they lock up your cell phones except for one hour a day, and there's arts and crafts, swimming, archery, horseback riding, etc. With a mess hall where they feed you three times a day and a little store where you can buy snacks. And on the last day there's an awards ceremony where your family can come and beam as you win the award for "Friendliest Camper" or "Camper Who Stuffed the Most Marshmallows in Their Mouth." I'd sign up.

Katey just had twin girls.

Too bad the title "Life After Lockup" has already been taken.

Rusty was the deceased husband and Hemy was the shooter. Andrea (the wife) came across as arrogant on the stand as if she was certain she was the smartest person in the room. She reminded me of the Pam Smart case from years ago where the woman manipulated teenagers to kill her husband. Pam gave off the same vibe.

It was a pretty good book. He misses his little brother very much. They were together 24/7 for most of their lives and Alex is feeling lost without him. They had parents who insisted on a good work ethic which is one of the main reasons Van Halen went as far as it did. Oh, and he barely mentioned Val and what he did say was neither good nor bad. He said Ed and Val got married too young (in his opinion) but it lasted a long time so they must have done something right. He said nothing about Wolf's career which sort of surprised me. I came away with a good impression of the guy.

Wow, I didn't realize she and Eddie were married for 26 years. That's not a bad run. I'm getting ready to start Alex Van Halen's book. I'm anxious to see what he has to say, if anything, about Val.

And Peter Horton as one of the middle brothers.

In his mind, he thinks he is the real victim. I doubt if he's ever felt a smidge of shame for what he's done. I would bet that to this day he thinks people should have minded their own business and not thrown a wrench into what he had going.

The book is The Day the World Came to Town: 9/11 in Gander, Newfoundland .

I turn bottles upside down, and then when it seems like they're empty, I cut the bottles in half. I cut a giant bottle of lotion in half this morning and found enough left in it to last a few more weeks.