Smoke alarms! I need some of those. What a timely, er, time for this to come up.

Health~ma to Grace, poor little noodle.

Kat, this one looks good [link]

It's from Patti LaBelle, and her stuff is usually good.

There's also this one, from Tanya Holland [link]

OH! Vortex, thank you!

Conversational gambits I love:

"Bless her heart."

"She's a piece of work!"

OH! Vortex, thank you!

no prob. I've been scared to attempt sweet potato pie, since my grandmother's was so amazing, but I think about it occasionally :)

Darn you all, instead of getting some good work done this AM, I'm looking at Hawaiian firefighter/surfing instructors, all of whom look exceptional. Also, some of their students are no more great physical specimens than I am, which makes me want to book a trip to Hawaii right now.

Instead I have to go to school, with my scratchy throat.

Smoke detectors shouldn't be put on a wall -- because of the way that smoke moves in a room, it takes a while to build up enough to accumulate anywhere BUT the ceiling, and you want a warning as soon as possible, hopefully to be able to put out a smolder instead of having a full-blown fire set it off. Center of the room's ceiling is the absolute best placement.

For a kitchen or bathroom, spend a couple extra bucks and get a detector with a large "Off" button in the center, which suspends the alarm for a couple minutes before resetting. Then if it goes off, grab a handy pole or broomstick.

What smoke detectors gain you is vital time -- to either be able to stop a small fire before it gets to be a big one, or a big one where you have enough warning to you can grab your loved ones and get out.

Poor sick Gracie! I hope she gets better soon.

Kat, I am so very sorry. Can she be visited, in case I have the energy while she's on the west side?

My smoke detectors are all on walls. I wonder if there's a code that landlords have to meet, or something. My ceiling's stuccoed, though, so I'm not sure how that'd work.

I never close the bathroom door. Comes from living alone for 8 years, and a bathroom door that had swelled so that it didn't shut easily.

But you're at a new place now...

I close the door when I'm showering to keep the heat in. I'm wimpy that way.

Went to the ER yesterday. Have very vague memories of what happened because the doctor ponied up a lot of drugs very quickly. I'm really kinda curious about my behaviour...

I'm really kinda curious about my behaviour...

I wonder if there's stuff you could get away with while you're away with the fairies on drugs? You could be very truthful with people you don't like, and it's not your fault! Or... rob banks? Or... something else exciting that my law-abiding brain can't think of. At the very least, you should get something cool and fun out of all the drug ER pain-in-the-assness.

You could be very truthful with people you don't like, and it's not your fault! Or... rob banks?

Let's just say I hope I robbed banks last night.

Honestly, though, I'm just relieved to not wake up into a full-fledged panic attack like I usually do.

Well, I guess I woke up into one, but it dissipated very quickly as my mind started to stitch together some fragments of recollection, and is trying to shade them appropriately.

::shakes head ruefully::

Okay, back to bed.

Okay, back to bed.

Yes, this! And have a cup of tea, too. There's not much a cup of tea can't make feel better. Even if it's only a wee bit.