I must preface the following account by noting that I love my sister. She's loving and thoughtful and kind and smart and easygoing. She's eight years older than me and was a street hippie in her teens (in the early 70s) and her vocation now that she's in her fifties is New Age Psychic Counselor Person. So our paths diverged pretty early on, but she's a very sweet human being.
That noted, she brought Matilda the Fuh-reakiest toy in the history of the world. If you could line up all the toys on planet earth and rank them from Hec Thinks This Is The Coolest to Most Fuh-reakiest, this toy would be at the furthest extreme from my taste. The absolute most far away.
When she was handing out gifts I had my back turned and could only hear Jacqueline's slightly incredulous yet not impolite laughter.
Imagine a stuffed animal type cat. Big though. About the size of a Basset hound. Covered with long white fur.
With a plastic doll face!
But not even a baby face. More like Jon Benet. And the neck is wrapped with Wal-Mart Klassy Neck Ribbonish Krap.
It manages to ping both Uncanny Valley and Furry squicks simultaneously.
Emmett physically recoiled upon seeing it.
In sum: I love my sister.
Hivemind Diabetes question:
My doctor says it's time to take small amounts of long-lasting insulin daily. I am taking "Lantis", 10 units at bedtime.
My question is thus:
Does properly refrigerated insulin really have to be tossed out after a month?
Would you not just be able to use it until it becomes cloudy or otherwise lacking in proper watery look?
They sell me 100 days worth and want me to use it for a fraction therof. Annoying.
Well, now that I've shot up, time for bed. G'night!
OK, I'm rolling with laughter just imagining the cat thing. I think we need pictures.
I think we need pictures.
After the weekend when my sister is gone. And that might be the last time anybody sees it.
I have a confession to make -- I don't like chex mix. At best, I pick out the stuff I like, which is horrible, because it ruins it for other people, and I'm still not happy. So, we need other snacks.
Jen, ugh.
I swear I had something I was going to ask.
OH!
Yeah. What size is the Divine Miz M?
At best, I pick out the stuff I like, which is horrible, because it ruins it for other people, and I'm still not happy. So, we need other snacks.
We do. Also if Vortex and I pick out exactly opposite bits from Chex mix, we just both always have to be there. And then other snack things too.
I have a confession to make -- I don't like chex mix. At best, I pick out the stuff I like, which is horrible, because it ruins it for other people, and I'm still not happy. So, we need other snacks.
I can do other snacks. That's totally doable.
You are snackalicious, bug. Why are you awake?
