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Wait - the same friend who fed a cat in your driveway?

((((bilgistic))))

Sounds similar, but I suck at recognizing voices.

Ack! The hospital where I work used to do that and I refused to do it. "If you don't hear back from me, I'm not donating." I don't care about a fricking pizza I won't eat anyway. Not to mention the UW was originally created to keep a zillion charities from bugging you and since that's no longer true, I see no need for them. JMO, of course.

That is hilarious! Thanks, PW! Anyone with medical background will get such a kick out of the "surgery" to separate the conjoined peep quintuplets. http://www.peepresearch.org/surgery.html#results

I'm an equal opportunity sugar aficionado

Oops!

A friend recently lost her 16 yr old kitty to cancer. She reports that Chewy.com not only completely refunded her expensive prescription food she'd just bought, they told her to donate the remainder to an animal shelter. Today, she received this from them!

Thank you. Mom can get irritating with the "don't argue!" thing sometimes, but knowing where she's coming from helps a lot to cut her some slack.

My mother is the adult child of an alcoholic and she has told me horrifying stories about her childhood. She was the appeaser so she wouldn't get hit. She also would sleep on the floor under the bed or in the closet on paydays because he always came home drunk. Out of sight, out of mind, hopefully. Being humiliated at having to run to the neighbors again to call the police because she was afraid he was going to kill her mother this time. To this day (she's 81), she tenses up if voices get raised and rushes to smooth things over (to the detriment of us siblings clearing the air between us, I think). She is upset by family members drinking socially because she sees that as the road to hell. Growing up, we would go visit every Saturday. It took a while to realize that we were there to check on her Mom and retarded brother. And that she'd make sure we were never alone with Grandpa. When he started yelling, we'd leave. When her father died in my teens, I went to the funeral with her and was concerned because she had no expression whatsoever. I asked her if she was upset, and she told me she felt guilty that she wasn't upset. Just relieved. Delurker, loved your anger analogy. I saw an angry person in the store today. The cashier and I just exchanged looks when they stomped out. I think I feel a bit sorry for them now.

Thanks, Eliza. I had no idea there was that much symbolism put into the wardrobes. That just killed a few happy hours.

Cotton Hell.

I took that as saying she has lots of bananas to use up since the baby probably doesn't eat enough to use them all up, and banana bread is the traditional way to use up leftover bananas.

Argh! That stupid commercial that tries to tell you nice and kind mean different things can just go DIAF already. They mean the same thing! Stop trying to make this happen!

It might be easier on the skin, but it wouldn't get the hair very well. For me, anyway. When I did have hair on my legs, it was very fine and light in color and hard to cut on one pass. (TMI - never did have much in the way of body hair and getting sparser by the year. I have maybe a half-dozen fine hairs on each shin that you can't see from 3 feet away. If I ever went on Survivor, conspiracy theories would spring up about why I didn't have noticeable body hair.)

Seriously? Those are some pretty useless folks. IMHO, of course.

TattleTeeny - how about putting an empty, clean, 3 ounce can of cat food upside down in the food bowl and he'll have to nudge the can back and forth to get to the kibble?

Grrr! to using pussy as an insult. Had he possessed an actual pussy, his ass would have been out of bed and halfway to work.

I returned a call to my new Pharmacy yesterday with, "Sorry, I was driving and couldn't answer." and the pharmacy tech said, "THANK you!" Aww, somebody with some sense!

My Dad would yell, "OK, break up the love-fest up there!" Hee.

Regarding fever - my body temp usually runs a degree or two lower than "normal", so 37 or 98.6 is a fever for me. Forget trying to tell medical people that. Especially when I'm feeling like crap. What they consider a slight fever is a raging fever for me.

Grrr.

My late kitty, Micheline, was an incredibly anxious girl even though I'd literally had her since birth. She pulled the hair out on her tummy until it was almost bald. When she started on her flanks, I took her to the vet. A course of steroids in case the hair pulling had caused a physical irritation helped a little, so we moved on to a short course of kitty Prozac. That seemed to snap the funk she was in and she stopped.

Damn, now I'm craving French toast.

Or Marty Stu.