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.
'Smile Time'
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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.
And mutter "Bitch!" under their breath.Ah! IS that how the thread got its name?
erika, good luck finding the lab a place.
There was an awful article about the local human shelter and the workers who had to work in the euthanasia room this week. Egads, I don't know how those people do it. ::shudder::
Anne, sorry your mom's dealing with the fuckedupedness.
Owen and I went to the gym. He apparently broke a little boy's favorite play sunglasses--a point the child admonished me for soundly when I picked O up. The childcare lady reminded the boy that that's why they don't really allow toys from home in the center. I got O to apologize but I don't think the kid was mollified.