I applaud all the invective. Anne's cool sneer, Betsy's tartness, Fay's slowly unraveling crusty Brittitude, Hec's flight of venemous fancy, MM calling her a terrorist and backing it up with a well-reasoned argument she hasn't got a hope in hell of comprehending, and the white-hot yet obscenity-free righteous fury bolt Erin did in fact send. I just applaud it all.
ION, the boots arrived, and they're AWESOME.
IOON, I just got back from a follow-up visit to the allergist, where she gave me the unsavory gift of one of the nastiest statistics in the history of human repose:
Say you buy a new pillow. Brand-new, never before used. By the time it's two years old, fully 10% of its weight consists of dust mites and dust mite feces.
I have to go home now and laminate my entire building.
WHY do people share factoids like that, JZ? Why?
In high school, I went through about a year of being about one neuron from Lady Macbeth anyway. It's just easier on me to not think of those things.
Dear Madam,
You suck. I do not. Well, I do, but it doesn't make me any less of a teacher, so suck it.
Love,
Ms. Slutgear
I still think the most efficacious reply to crazy cousin would have been
Dear craxy cousin,
EAT IT!!!!!1!
yrs, etc.
erika, I think she shared it with me because I was starting to look faint at the thought of the cost of all the mattress and box spring and pillow covers, and she wanted to frighten me out of my thriftiness before I cheap-assed myself into full-blown asthma. It worked, too.
Yeah... I can believe that.
Some doctors, though, it's like "Aren't you interested in the fascinating puzzle of how fucked up you are?" and I could really take a pass.
JZ, I think that dust mite statistic is hype -- so does the Straight Dope. Take that with a grain of salt.
Yup. My doctors thoughtfully gave me shiny pink pictures of my colon after my colonoscopy. Fascinating yet off-putting.
I'd much rather have had a print of the CAT scan of my head. Lookit all the purty neurons!
I knew about the mites. I have pillow covers and a mattress cover to protect me from the critters.
ION, never buy an Acura and certainly never take a vehicle to the Santa Monica Acura dealership.
and she wanted to frighten me out of my thriftiness before I cheap-assed myself into full-blown asthma. It worked, too.
Does she know you're borderline OCD? 'Cuz she's not helping.
