Okay, then quickly (because I have to leave) and without googling: how many people were killed in the Boston Massacre?
I said without googling!
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Okay, then quickly (because I have to leave) and without googling: how many people were killed in the Boston Massacre?
I said without googling!
According to Roseanne, if the kids are all alive at five PM, you've done your job, Cindy.
Aren't yams sweet potatoes? Because I can French fry a mean sweet potato. With cinnamon and sugar. And butter.
oops. pulled a Dan Quayle.
Five.
my stomach hurts and I think I'm having an anxiety attaack that's been going on for about an hour. It hurts to breathe.
Poor Nora. Can you go for a walk and sit someplace semi-quiet and relax fopr a few minutes?
Robin gets it. Three dead at the scene, and two mortally wounded, I believe. I hadn't known that before. I'm learning some interesting stuff! I just can't figure out how to put it all together into a coherent whole.
I am going to try to do that but I have to wait to see if the server files will be salvaged. otherwise I'll just stress out away from here too.
Ah, the first day of a re-vamped prescription regime, wondering which bodily twitches are just twitches and which are the precursors of new and exciting side-effects.
Still, I quite like my doctor, double chins and all. We were talking about my blood pressure, which is creeping up again. Hubby was there, and I said, "I have stress," accompanied by pointed look at snickering Hubby. Doc: "Well, it's illegal to kill your husband." Not "It's a bad idea," just "It's illegal." My doc knows all the health excitement Hubby has, and it's nice to know Doc recognizes that it takes a toll on me.
I got so lucky that I got this doctor when I was in the hospital. He'd come in in the evenings to tell me if I was going to get sprung. One evening towards the end of the stay, he said, "I want to keep you at least another day." I said, "Dammit." He said, "Oh, a dammit doll." Hubby laughed and I just stared at the doctor, absolutely flummoxed and trying to decide if I was going to be amused. I can deal with a doctor who makes me laugh.
Yams and sweet potatoes are a different vegetable, though the names are often used interchangeably. Sweet potatoes have the same outside look as a yam, but have white flesh. Yams have orange flesh but are often called/sold as sweet potatoes. (vegetable pedant)
My client just told me he doesn't believe his clients will take imitative. It took me a bit to figure out he meant initiative.
Such a lovely fun day I'm having!
~ma to vw. ~ma to Aimee. I hate back pain. ~ma to Nora. I'm sorry for the stress.