Nilly, not that odd at all. I myself heard it from my dad (as always, he's with the radio open). But humm, should I start keep safe distance from bulldozers?

Al least this time I remembered to call my mom and tell her I'm OK (actually, I think I called her only after posting here and in another forum I'm still alive).

Tom - give it time. There's at least one who is in critical condition.

But you know, the sequel, as always, isn't as good as the origin.

It doesn't look like anyone except the terrorist was killed.

On the former attack using the same method, one of the women murdered was a friend of mine. We lived together for a year during our national service. We lost touch a bit over the years, I wasn't even at her wedding (that's the one wedding of former-national-service-roommates that I wasn't invited to, because it was so long after we all stopped living together), so I didn't know her new last name, and it took all the other girls some time to find each other - all of us - again to make sure we all know. It took me a few days to find out.

Oh Nilly. I'm so sorry to hear. Was it Bat Sheva?

That's horrible, Nilly. I'm so sorry.

Was it Bat Sheva?

Yes. The young woman who managed to save her baby daughter (who was born after around four years of fertility treatments. And looked adorable and so much like her mother and all happy and loved and adorable when we were there two weeks ago).

Is it too selfish of me to apologize for mentioning that right now, and just ask to ignore my former post [Edit: I don't want to delete it, now after you, Shir and Tom, responded to it. It'll just make things worse, I'm afraid] and concentrate on ~ma-ing mr. flea and talking about dresses and timelies and colors-of-seasons and shoes-and-ships-and-sealing-wax-and-cabbages-and-kings and why-the-sea-is-boiling-hot and whether-pigs-have-wings and the like? I'm too stressed out with my computer stubbing me in the file and my looming deadline to manage to contain the thoughts of her right now. So I'm just going to be a horrible spoiled little brat and pretend I don't have to deal with it in the meantime, OK?

Thanks. Sorry. Oof.

You. Me. Ice-cream. ASAP.

I promise.

{{}}

ION, I'm terribly disappointed I can't show love to the sweet potato quiche. Anyone wants some, before I'm throwing it to the trash?

{{{Nilly}}} - there's never any need to apologize for mentioning such a thing.

seconding the Nilly love.

GO Mr. FLEA!!! May your slides slide, your audience awe, and all your questions be friendly and answerable in less than 4,000 words.