{{Cass and family}} I hope the doctors have a definitive diagnosis (read: good news) for you soon, and that she's home well before Christmas.

I am jealous of vw's nap having.

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Don't Google! You don't have enough info yet for that.

I'm just going to scroll this along the bottom of my screen for a while. It's sadly true.

I hope the doctors have a definitive diagnosis (read: good news) for you soon, and that she's home well before Christmas.

Me too. We hopefully will know a lot more once the bone scan results are back.

I just threw a fit at Verizon and it turned out to be a total mea culpa.

I grabbed my cell to call my mom and tell her about (technically step-)grandma and my phone wouldn't make a call out. This being five minutes after I got off the phone, so it *was* working.

Called tech, bitched and grumbled (brumbled!) about it but they couldn't troubleshoot while I was using the phone.

About five minutes later, I realized that I was trying to use my old deactivated phone that has been doubling as my phone book until I get to Verizon's store to have the info transferred to the actual working new phone.

What tipped me off? Actual names on the screen. Cause, see, the new phone doesn't have that info yet. I am dolt. A dolt who has three cell phones in my purse (oldold, old and crushed by car, and new) so it was really inevitable.

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Smart woman, Cass. Resist the google, at least until you have an actual diagnosis. The list of what could be wrong with a human body is fear, itself.

You're all in my thoughts and prayers, and in my heart.

Maidengurl, I'm sorry for what you're going through with CJ. I feel a little bad for CJ, too. I could so see that happening to Ben, and to most boys, really.

Aimee, thoughts and strength for your friend, too.

As Trudy notes, the pond is a lot bigger, too. And the experience of going from ruling the middle school to being freshmen in the high school can through the bullies off their game long enough for the kids who had a hard time with them to find their niche.

Around here, the bigger-pond part of that isn't the case. Most of the surrounding towns have one middle school, and then one high school. Still, I think Middle School is hardest because of the age of the students, and because (at least around here) it usually is a bigger pond than elementary school was. By high school, kids have found their niche, their crowd, and can see light at the end of the tunnel, too.

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Dang. I posted when the thread was young and then forgot that I need to *subscribe*.

My good thoughts are winging to those various Buffistas and family in need of them.

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I have to go to the firm Christmas Party in about an hour and a half.

I'm not sure I want to.

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I'm not sure I want to.

Make an appearance. Grab a glass of champagne. Get some shrimp. Do a circuit and exit with a dessert. Ten minutes tops.

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That sounds like a very good plan.

I think I shall adopt it, and then call it George.

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Maidengurl, I'm sorry for what you're going through with CJ

This. I meant to say something earlier but I checked my email and mememeandmyfamily worry ensued.

I hope that CJ is suitably chastened by the lack of toys and this will be a learning experience for him so neither of you need go through it again.

Aimee, I am so sorry about B & E's sad and tragic news. My thoughts are with them.

My good thoughts are winging to those various Buffistas and family in need of them.

Thank you. And hi Spidra!

Make an appearance. Grab a glass of champagne. Get some shrimp. Do a circuit and exit with a dessert. Ten minutes tops.

Excellent idea!

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I think I shall adopt it, and then call it George.

And then take George out for a glass of bubbly, some shrimps and a quick tour about the room before taking George home with a purloined dessert. Lucky George.

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I'm probably the last person in America to know George=boyfriend, right?

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