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brenda m - Aug 28, 2005 6:56:31 pm PDT #9287 of 10001

If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Of course, there are many dogs that I'm willing to believe have genuinely forgotten that this has ever happened to them before

And yet, you toss them a Tums instead of a dog treat one time because they're being annoying, and it's six months before she'll take something without letting it drop to the floor so she can check it first.

meara - Aug 28, 2005 7:03:33 pm PDT #9288 of 10001

My cake was yummy, but not as yummy as the chocolate cheesecake that Vortex made. Gah. I am very full now, of those, and of goat stew. And rice and peas. And tostones. Mmmm. Yay birthday!

Speaking of which:

Happy Birthday Jen! You rock!!

Gris - Aug 28, 2005 7:08:09 pm PDT #9289 of 10001

Hey. New board.

Huh. My mom made me actually pay attention to the world and check the news.

New Orleans is probably fucked, huh?

I... am having issues dealing with that. I may need scotch.

P.M. Marc - Aug 28, 2005 7:12:44 pm PDT #9290 of 10001

So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I love Ozzie. He's such a big silly cuddlebunny.

Cashmere - Aug 28, 2005 7:35:59 pm PDT #9291 of 10001

Now tagless for your comfort.

The cats have now convinced Dan's mother that they are being deliberately starved to death, and have never been fed. I don't know if they have asked her to stage an intervention or just call the Animal Cops.

Better that than my cat, who feels the need to scratch at the side of the mattress EVERY FUCKING MORNING AT 5 FUCKING AM to be fed. Even though he has dry food in his bowl. EVen though a two hour wait until 7 a.m. wouldn't kill the fat bastard.

Sorry. I love my cat. Just not at 5 a.m. when I know the baby's going to be up at 6:30.

Sparky1 - Aug 28, 2005 7:45:45 pm PDT #9292 of 10001

Librarian Warlord

Poor mistreated Ozzie. ::sigh::

I have no cats. My husband often complains that he's hungry, though, because of that silly speedy metabolism of his. If he'd sit on the couch and watch TV like a normal person, instead of all that triathlon training, he wouldn't have this problem.

billytea - Aug 28, 2005 7:46:45 pm PDT #9293 of 10001

You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Hee. I just pimped San Diego to someone at work. To no good purpose, but still.

Scrappy - Aug 28, 2005 7:46:51 pm PDT #9294 of 10001

Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

My cat does that, only he scratches at my shoulder. At least he USED to, until I took to answering him with a quick spritz with the water bottle I now keep on the night table. Now he only does it once every ten days or so, when he needs a "refresher."

Jen - Aug 28, 2005 7:51:28 pm PDT #9295 of 10001

love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you

And happy birthday to you, too, meara! If you were in Boston right now I would totally give you your birthday spanking.

Lee - Aug 28, 2005 7:53:50 pm PDT #9296 of 10001

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Happy Birthday Jen!

(Is it today?)

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