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Inquiring minds want to know why it was so important for her to stand in that particular intersection. :P

Yes, that's how I took it, too. Then why wasn't she aware of this part of the festivities? Sounds hinky.

NOOO! You just jinxed it.

Whew!

Well, shit, fuck, damn, piss, hell. I don't have much in the way of advice, but send you my well wishes. I'd go with keeping the kitties with you at all times. Even if cat-cat didn't have traumatic memories.

Just took in e-waste last week! Feels good to cross that off my list AND not have to look at it sitting out waiting for me to remember to drop it off.

So, did she fall asleep on the plane and quit breathing, or did years of apnea damage her heart? Or both?

Unless your kitty figures out how to unroll it either way. I had one who could. He eventually got tired of it.

I get it, but having had chemo put me into instant menopause at 49, I can testify that the whole experience can be massively unpleasant. And I would have ripped the head off anyone who dismissively told me to just get over it. I would have if I could have. That said, her angst over elastic waistbands was eye-rollingly petty.

I'm guilty of that with some words. I know the correct spelling and pronunciation, but fall into the sloppy pronunciation that a lot of people use in this neck of the woods.

Excellent point. I hadn't caught that.

Me, three! Went in for a CT and the lady said to wear comfy clothes. I laughed and said I wear nothing else. My stretchy, comfy jeans are the dreaded PajamaJeans. Unapologetically love them. Those, yoga pants, leggings, and lounge pants are about all I wear these days. Wore Punjammies out to shop today.

Oh my, those men are FINE!

I love that meme. This my favorite:

OMG, the "putter" commercial is hilarious! "Sometimes I leave the seat up - on purpose!"

LOL, it's just the opposite, for me. I've seen some man-buns that looked good.

Eons ago, when I worked nights (got off at 7:30 am), my aunt once called me at noon and upon hearing my sleepy voice, asked "Are you still asleep?" I'm afraid I was not even slightly nice pointing out that I'd gotten off work about four hours ago, and maybe I should call her at 1 am and ask her why she was still asleep. She has never ever called me again. That works, too.

Um, sorta kinda, but not really? IMO, of course. Technically, it's a "targeted therapy" pill to be used with antihormonal (i.e., anti-estrogen) therapy for metastatic breast cancer. If it responds, a woman can stay on antihormonal therapy for years before having to progress to what most of us think of as traditional chemo. But the line is getting a bit blurry these days.

Hugs, bilgistic.

I call it body language for cars and I have it, too. I just know when some dip is about to merge right into me or in front of me. Or go veering across multiple lanes and make everybody hit their brakes reflexively. Always someone screwing up my cruise control to gain one more car length.

The kittens have only been gone a day and I miss them. If I had unlimited money and space, I'd be a cat hoarder.

I wear men's board shorts (they're longer and not as tight-fitting as women's board shorts), paired with a loose tank top. That really only works for us boobless women; otherwise, you'd have a nippleage problem. But you can always pair the board shorts with a tankini top, or even a bikini top, and be more comfortable and (IMO) look better than with those stupid skirted bathing suits.

Allie: Abbie: Boomer: And Paula found a foster in the next county over who will happily take all of them, and their sister Nina, too - when we catch her. She'll get them spayed/neutered at the appropriate age, through her county's Humane Society, and will be very picky about who gets them. She can't pick them up until Monday evening, so I'll get my kitten fix until then.

Went down to Mom's Friday with Paula, my SIL, to dig up a bunch of ferns that were crowding out her flowers. Ended up doing a feral kitten rescue that ended up being a bit of a goat rodeo. LOL. We thought there were 2 under her porch and there ended up being 4. There was a dead bird and a half rotten rabbit carcass by the porch (ick!), so momma cat was in the process of weaning them. #1 was easy; just reached down and picked him up, but the others were a whole 'nother story. I lost #2 while putting #3 in the carrier, because she was hiding under the cushion and bolted the second she saw an opportunity. We eventually got #4 after chasing it around and around the foundation of the house, but will go back down this week to look for #2 again. They are about 4 wks old, all of them white and orange. Two are a paler buff and two are the darker reddish orange. We have 3 girls and 1 boy. My 9 yo nephew named them Boomer, Nina, Allie and Abbie. Nina is the escapee. They clawed us pretty good and Allie bit Paula's thumb HARD twice. Thank goodness she's already on antibiotics for something else, but we'll watch our bites and scratches closely. They're chilling out in a dog crate doubling as a kitten nursery for now. And I found every claw mark on my hands today thanks to the alcohol foam sanitizer at work, but they are definitely disinfected now. The kittens are a little scrawny and had crusty eyes and noses, but once that was cleaned off, they haven't had any further drainage. They have been wildly enthusiastic about kitten milk formula in a little bowl and got their first taste of canned kitten food, which they got all over themselves in their rush to snarf it down. They also figured out the litter box immediately. Such smart babies! Wiping them down with warm, wet washcloths seems to hypnotize them and they're all sacked out in a little cushy pet bed. The difference in 24 hours is just amazing! We will foster them if need be, but we're pretty crowded on the animal front already, so Paula will go thru her foster contacts to see if anyone else can take them.

Tell me about it. At the children's hospital where I work, we joke grimly that a parent's first attempt to kill their kid is a freebie.