Not stupid. 4am. Pain. Blood. Not without reason to freak out. Really a good thing that it was nothing. 
I called 911 once when I thought I heard something outside and it ended up being a branch or something sliding down my awning. The super nice police officer told me he loves false alarms, much better than an actual crisis.
	
 
		
		
Ok. The $12.75 emergency baster just turned into a $300 order.
Can't press send. Can't press send.
	
 
		
		
Just talked to mom. She's had a baster emergency (dad melted it. Bad dad! No cookie!)
It's very interesting where and how words/concepts/objects/songs enter into someone's consciousness.  I know my mother has used a baster on poultry since I was a wee thing--I can visualise it clearly now.  But the first time I 
thought
baster was in response to a joking insemination context, and I can't let loose from that.
It makes reading some stuff a little different.
	
 
		
		
vw, don't press send.  You've got that whole financial deal with your folks, and you don't want to be deadass broke.  I bet you have plenty of equipment to complete most of the tasks you want to complete, plus Christmas is coming.  Please don't press send.
	
 
		
		
Don't press send. Put it into a wishlist instead.
	
 
		
		
ita, I went there too, even though I first knew of the baster for its cooking purpose.  Then I bleached my brain, because this is vw's mother, and I'm mad at my brain.
	
 
		
		
No, Cindy. So not stupid.
I called 911 once when I thought I heard something outside and it ended up being a branch or something sliding down my awning. The super nice police officer told me he loves false alarms, much better than an actual crisis.
Oh, dear. Have I ever told the I Love Lucy 911 story?
	
 
		
		
Don't press send.
What amych said.
I'd have a cleaning person in a heartbeat if I could afford it. Just once every two weeks or once a month, to do the deep-cleaning stuff I dislike doing. I don't mind picking up or vacuuming or doing the dishes, it's the shower-scrubbing and whatnot that bugs.
Dude, I love the deep scrubs, hate the picking up and dishes! Marry me!
	
 
		
		
Ok. The $12.75 emergency baster just turned into a $300 order.
Only press send if you are ordering my Christmas prezzies.
Step away from the Send button!