Prayers for ease, both current and final for ita's migraines. Good lord, how awful, after all she's been through with this.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
What brenda said.
I hope they can make her feel better -- that sounds awful.
I miss President Bartlett.
A-fucking-men.
What everyone else said in re: ita. Poor thing!
Dear lord! Massive doses of healing-ma towards LA.
Ugh. Poor ita.
And now, for something completely different. A moose once attacked my sister....
Boy attacked by moose "feigns death," thanks WoW
A Norweigian news site is reporting that a young boy and his sister were attacked by a moose (same thing happened to my sister once), and the boy reportedly "taunted' the moose away from his sister, and then feigned death, causing the moose to lose aggro and leave. "Just like you learn in level 30 in World of Warcraft," the boy is reportedly quoted as saying.
And Hil, about those menorah lights ... did Jilli or Cass have anything to do with the design? (snerk)
t falls down laughing and DIES
Scrappy, DH sleeps with a hat. He calls it his Sleepin' Hat. You lose a lot of heat through the head. He would highly approve of your choice.
How terribly Little House on the Prairie of him!
Ornaments. We always had a very sentimental tree and Mom would give each of us an ornament each year so that when we moved out we each got a big box of our own. The year of the fire, however, most of them were lost.
The first Christmas after the fire, much of our extended family sent Mom ornaments she had sent them over the years -- many of which were duplicates of ones Mommy had lost. And our friends surprised us with an ornament party a few weeks before Christmas -- cookies, cider, everyone brought something so our tree wouldn't be bare.
As sad as it was to lose so many "Oooh! Aunt Dona got us THIS the year Rachel was born..." its wonderful to say "Dottie got us this the year after the fire".
And now Mom always gets me a Radko. My mieserly little heart loooooves a shiny shiny Radko.
Ugh, poor ita. I hate not being able to do anything. Except rage at the people who should be able to do something!