It is unclear how the cat was supposed to actually guide a bomb attached to it as it fell from the sky

Um... yeah. Slight, little flaw in their plan there....

Ok, I am seeing Slim Pickens as a giant terrified pussy.

Er...

What is up with the Dr. S references lately!?!

Nevermind. I can guess.

I use agita. so does my mom.

and I use the advantage of not always being 'big' to my advantage. I get really big when I am trying to control behavior in the library. Interestingly I had to explain the concept to someone I worked with, she thought I was calling myself fat

Ooh - big mess o' thunderstorms heading our way. Probably will hit just after I fall asleep....

I has a bo--

I use the advantage of not always being 'big' to my advantage.

I think of you as big as in your personality just fills the room you're in. You may have the ability to turn that off, but I think your default is sparkling, contagious personality.

ALEX CHIU'S IMMORTALITY DEVICE Magnet thingies you wear that stop aging, allowing you to live forever. No really, it's true. Because he says so. Plus, he says that everything he says is true. So it must be true. And he has something called the Gorgeous Pill that makes you look younger. The Gorgeous Pill works especially well when you combine it with the Immortality Device. [link]

eep! What did he look like before he invented the gorgeous pill?

xposted in Bitches with update on Bob

Thank you so very much for all the excellent quality ~ma. What a day. Things happen for a reason. It won't be quick, but Bob should recover. We won't know just how bad the damage is for a couple days.

Last night I stopped at the pool hall and saw Bob and Brendon doing their thing with the league. Bob was drinking, which was unusual as he is usually a diet coke guy. He said he had a toothache and was numbing the pain. He was a very jovial drunk. We discussed plans for him to go help DH with a project he had to do at a surgeon's office this morning. He did this every once in a while when we needed to scan records for a practice. Since he was clearly feeling no pain DH drove him home and they left his car at the bar.

This morning they arrived at the doctor's office and were doing their thing working with the staff. The doctor wasn't in the office. Bob was laughing and talking one second and just dropped the next. Out cold. No breathing, no pulse. The office administrator tore out of the office and ran into the medical office next door and grabbed the doctor out of an exam room much to his staff's shock. He came in and pounded his chest and got his pulse back. They had an oxygen machine there and he continued CPR until the EMT guys got there and took him next door to the hospital.

There is no doubt that he would be dead if he didn't happen to be in a doctor's office when he had this heart failure. We talked tonight to the head of radiology for the hospital (another customer) and he told us that Bob was in a coma when he arrived but that he came out of that and they have him sedated so he won't fight the vent and stuff. He says they will probably just focus on keeping him stable for a couple days before they try and do anything. He is still in the Code room in ER for now.

He is 56 years old. We left his wife, mother, brother and 2 sons at the hospital when we left at 10:30 tonight. I cracked up his mom by reminding her that only the good die young.

My poor dear friend. We have known each other for 18-19 years or so. He did the food for my wedding; his wife made my gown. I'll kick his ass if I see him ever smoke again. But first he has to be well enough to even make it out of the ER. And my poor DH. He is totally freaked.

(side note, Daisy, this is the Bob that was with us in Dallas)

Thank you so much for your love, prayers, and concern. I know it helped him.