Oh, I don't mean far, but after a while, my back pillow would start slipping down, from leaning to read in bed, etc.

My previous bed was on wheels and would roll about four inches from the wall every night as I tossed about. I hated it. Grandpa's bed is much better, too-short slats and all.

I keep wanting to get a whole bed, but also kinda want to wait until I have the room to upgrade to a queen and still keep the full. I have a headboard that is bolted to the metal frame, but it was always meant to be a temporary situation. I don't have scootching issues cause I have a large rug over padding under the bed.

My mom called to let me know my aunt (dad's younger sister) is in the hospital, but likely going home today. She had a heart attack in the middle of the week (and you are only telling me now?!) and they put in a medicated stent. They found signs that she'd had an earlier, milder heart attack, but she has no idea when that might have happened. This one felt like a pulled shoulder muscle and she went to lie down and felt immediately much worse, so her husband called an ambulance. She's only 62. Ahrg.

brenda - you know those really wealthy people who clone their pets? I think as a public service we need to get that guy's dog cloned. What a GOOD dog.

I had a housemate with a cat so HUGE that when I first saw it I couldn't understand what I was looking at. .. I mean, what the heck was that?

I like to sleep in on Saturdays and since (most of the time) that means to a luxurious 8:30 am - - I run errands when I get up. Which is what I did today: bought meds, went to the post office, exchanged buttons at the fabric shop, and bought groceries. Then I came home, watched bits of Four Weddings and A Funeral mixed in with bits of Design Match and some stuff on Food Network until 6 at which time I watched the horse racing. Now, I've got Moving Up on.

I have decided that I greatly prefer the more recent Hugh Grant of Bridget Jones and About a Boy over the floppy haired earlier incarnation.

I had a housemate with a cat so HUGE that when I first saw it I couldn't understand what I was looking at. .. I mean, what the heck was that?

One of my aunts had a cat like that. He was a longhair orange tabby. When I first saw him, he was stretched across the bookcase across the room and I just thought something was off, but I couldn't figure out what. Then he jumped down and padded up to me, leaped onto a a stack of two fat phonebook and put his paws on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. He wasn't at all bulky, quite the opposite, very proportional. But he was well over a 16 inches at the shoulders. And a complete wimp. Who wanted to be carried like a baby. Which was hard to do.

Big cats, love 'em! I had a black half-Siamese cat who was huge. Not fat, big and long. I think he weighed 18 pounds in his prime. People would see him for the first time and their eyes would pop. He could stand on his hind legs and hook his foreclaws in my belt. If only he'd had thumbs, he could've opened the doors. I haven't gotten another cat since he and his two sisters died. I can't imagine any cat being as great as those were.

Hope your aunt's OK, sara.

I just watched Ugly Betty, and I'm so glad she got rid of that stupid Walter! Even though she clearly should be with Henry 2getha 4eva, it was nice to see that she could pull the cute and nice orthodontist, too. Because she totally could! I'm possibly too invested in these people.

People, I am looking at Newfoundland dogs available for rescue. Somebody talk me down! Thank god, the closest one is in Montreal. But he's making me want to go there to get him--poor guy doesn't even have a name: [link]

Oh, Sue, what an adorable doggie! Go get him - he wants to be yours!

Oh, I was supposed to be talking you down, right? Sorry.

Zenkitty, he's 1500 miles away, otherwise it would be pretty hard to resist.