JZ, I think that dust mite statistic is hype -- so does the Straight Dope. Take that with a grain of salt.
What you did to me was unbelievable, Connor. But then I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so three months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M.C. Escher perspective, but I did get time to think.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Steph L. - Jul 07, 2005 3:28:20 pm PDT #9146 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Betsy HP - Jul 07, 2005 3:28:48 pm PDT #9147 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
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!
Glamcookie - Jul 07, 2005 3:32:21 pm PDT #9148 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
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.
DavidS - Jul 07, 2005 3:34:09 pm PDT #9149 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
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.
Connie Neil - Jul 07, 2005 3:36:14 pm PDT #9150 of 10001
brillig
re: dust mites and pillows
I wondered why the pillows were getting heavier. Huh. t snuggles up again in defiance of invaders from the microscopic world
Steph L. - Jul 07, 2005 3:36:33 pm PDT #9151 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Honestly (I say this as someone whose entire family, including, obviously, me, has horrible allergies and always has), your allergy-preventing $$ are better spent on (in order of importance) (1) a good HEPA filter for the bedroom and (2) allergy shots.
Lilty Cash - Jul 07, 2005 3:37:17 pm PDT #9152 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
I had to explain this entire situation to my roomie (a teacher), then read some choice bits of all of your letters. She is all but rolling on the floor and screaming "Right on!".
JZ - Jul 07, 2005 3:48:16 pm PDT #9153 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
No allergy shots for the breeding or attempting-to-breed, unfortunately.
The doctor did give me a 4-page catalogue from a distributor called National Allergy, but she also crossed out about half the items in it, saying briskly, "Useless for dust mites, useless for dust mites, harmless but doesn't do anything, don't waste your money, get this if you really want it but nobody's ever done a study so it may not help at all," so I don't think she was totally trying to swindle me.
Unless that was part of the con. I'm such a mark.
Still buying the mattress covers, though.
DCJensen - Jul 07, 2005 4:02:21 pm PDT #9154 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
"At least, [s]he's not a bookburner, you Nazi cow."
Polter-Cow - Jul 07, 2005 4:03:21 pm PDT #9155 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
"Hi, how are you?"
"All right."
"How do you spell 'occasion'?"
"Two c's, one s."
"Hm?"
"Two c's, one s."
"O-C-C-A-T—"
"No. No t."
"No t? You can't just say 'Two c's, one s.' Tell me the whole thing."
"O-C-C-A-S-I-O-N."
"Is that right?"
"...Yeah."
"Okay, how do you spell 'in spite', like 'in spite of something'?"
"That's two words."
"Huh?"
"It's two words."
"So it's 'in', space, 'spite'?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, thanks. Hold on. Dada, it's o-c-c-a-s-i-o-n. All right, thanks, bye."
"Bye."
Sometimes conversations with my mom leave me amused rather than writhing in pain.