More cereal:

In the revision that's going away is the phrase "always use common sense when operating XYZ Piece of Equipment."

I'm thinking that if people have to be instructed to use Common Sense, maybe it's not as common as we've been led to believe.

California Mom: Em had her first earthquake without me!!! *pout*

Blah. The camera has footage of the van, but the window is intact at this point. Then the camera goes to another area and the van is gone by the time it loops back. Poop again. There was a witness that reported it inside the store so now the cops are going to watch the film again and see if they spot the pick up truck described. Also serial number and description sent to pawn shops. I'm trying to convince DH that there is a possibility of recovery.

It was a tablet, not a laptop, and he had driven to Miami to get it because it was the only one he could find within 100 miles that was what we needed. Will be checking eBay later too. But a local sale seems more likely.

Super~cop~ma please.

I always put the shower too hot, my face turns bright red, and then I can't cool down when I'm running around getting dressed and I sweat it all away. I'm shiny and not the good way.

My sister. When I move the shower diverter back to the tub setting, I run the water cold for a moment, and splash my face with cold water. Then, after I've dried off, powdered, etc., I spash my face with cold water, again. After I've dressed, but before I put on moisturizer, I spash it with cold water, again.

My cousin used to keep her make-up and moisturizer in her fridge, in the summer. I keep forgetting to try that, as I don't usually wear it more than once a week. But it might be worth a shot.

Finishing your shower with cool water for the last minute is really good for your skin and hair, FWIW. Not cold, necessarily, but as cool as is comfortable. Tightens up pores and hair follicles so your skin is tighter and your hair doesn't frizz as much.

Pembleton-ma to FL. Cause, you know, God's Detective. And he makes little thieving braindeads cry for their mothers and sign years of their lives away, and like that.

Hey Erika, I read that the military is dropping bomb laden planes in your neck of the woods. You been pissin' em off?

Not to my knowledge. But the summer isn't over yet.

So I was waxing giddy with Hubby over my concert ticket last night. He says, "I wish you were going with someone I knew." "Why?" I asked after a moment, wondering if he was going to start saying things about curfews. He shrugs. "Afraid I'm going to get into trouble with the punks?" I grinned. He glared at me. "Afraid I'm going to hope on the bus?" He picked up a pillow and bapped me with it. "Honey, I'm on my way to Denver, I'll be home Monday!" That got me two baps. He said, "You've got an insecure husband, OK?"

I did not tell him that the odds of me saying No if Billy were to say, "Hey, come hang with me and the band for a while" (a woman can dream!) were miniscule. 'Cause, damn, that'd be something to regret on your death bed.

Laura, Yuma is about 180 miles southwest of Phoenix. No chance of the Marines dropping in on erika. There are, however, a number of Air Force bases in the Phoenix area. It's conceivable an F-15 might fall out of the sky on her. When I lived in Yuma we lost a couple of A-4s and at least one Harrier while I was stationed there. The main culprits were the student pilots visiting from Texas.