You could find out if there is a local breed rescue for Labs, Erika.

I was just walking the dog, realized we'd gone quite a ways and went ahead and made it a mile.

Then came home and, even though she is not the boss of me, told her about the mile and that I wasn't going to the gym.

Fay, I didn't take offense.

I did go to the gym. I went to Meijer instead of Target. However, I then had to go find iTunes gift cards elsewhere, as they only had Meijer cards at Meijer, and there is no Meijer in Evansville.

Now I am torn between sewing and cleaning. I think I shall sew, then clean.

After I eat.

Anne, I wish we could take the asshats out of everyone's families, and put them into their own families, which shall in no way connect to any non-asshat families. No, I do not have a fix on the children issue, but I still like my plan.

Trudes, I have also been known to be the boss of you (albeit in limited time/topic capacity) on other topics. Not that I'm trying to slowly increase my "boss of you" reach. Nope. t whistles innocently

Erika, here is your local Lab Rescue Society (Trudy is wise).

Anne, that's really terrifying. I wish I had advice. {{{Anne and Anne's mom}}}

I think I'm getting a cold. Feh.

Oh, Anne. Because your mom needed more drama!

We just got home from apple picking. It was SUCH fun! And yummy! You can eat the apples right after you pick them! BEST APPLES EVER! And next weekend I'm going to make apple sauce and an apple pie or crisp or maybe both. Maybe I better have people over to eat these fine goodies.

thinks about the state of her apartment

Maybe I'll just eat them myself.

I just made an apple pie! And now I am full to bursting. I didn't get to pick the apples though, so it's way less special.

I have 80 tests to grade tonight. I think I shall pick up some nice tea and have a thousand cuppas whilst grading.

Okay, am I the only bitch whose hotcakes-of-love aren't getting buttered?

Not only are they unbuttered, I suspect they are getting all dried up and crumbly in the middle. Feh.

EDIT: Er, MY hotcakes-of-love. I'm sure Fay's hotcakes are still moist and delicious. Erm.

What Erin said. Except about the grading. And for tea, substitute beer.

Okay, am I the only bitch whose hotcakes-of-love aren't getting buttered?

Seems there are a lot of us. Ahem. :: waves hand to volunteer :: I'd be happy to butter some hotcakes-o-love. :: sigh :: Really starting to believe social darwinism is ture. :: sigh ::

Wait? There's a handshake? Man. I didn't even know about that!

OK, have been mildly productive today. Just an eeensie bit.

Oh, yes, there's a handshake. And if a club member ever gets any, a huge Batmanesque flashing light goes up over their city, so that other club member can see, and cry happy tears of joy for their fellow NGAer.

And mutter "Bitch!" under their breath.

Anne, I'm so sorry to hear about the mucky tangles. It's like some people can't leave sad enough alone--heaven forfend this should be a time about mourning and about your grandfather.