Seriously. Although one time (high school? home from college? I was pretty old) I let some people in who wanted to pray for me or something. Random.
People offering to pray for me would get the door slammed in their faces a lot faster than someone wanting to grope me. IJS.
Can we go back in time about a week, please?
I'd rather not, as this time last week I was losing my second weekend in a row to migraines.
I would rather not, Aurelia, but I think you should be able to, iif you want to.
My nearest neighbor was busted this week for cultivation of pot. His farm -- which has been in his family since the late 1800's -- is now in a legal limbo because of twelve plants.
We are talking here about twelve plants jeopardizing the continuation of a heritage that has fed America from its many acres for hundreds of years.
Something is entirely wrong.
I just want to skip the whole kitchen renovation thing. Now that they're done I'm discovering that they've made it smaller and given me half the storage space that I had. Plus they did a crappy job. I could have done better in less time than it took them.
Eeek Gus. I hope he has a good lawyer.
That sucks, Aurelia, and Gus's neighbor, too.
I hope he has a good lawyer.
Are
there any good lawyers in Wisconsin? Fracked if I know.
Twelve plants on an entire farm - how did they even find out? Did someone rat him out?