I got the feeling that you don't want to start the "Who has the worst PM" contest.

I survive merely by mostly ignoring the set of my government, and constantly cursing it in the times I remember it.

On the plus side (AND WITHOUT JINX IT DAMMIT), it's been over a year since Netanyahu was elected and we didn't drag the world into a global war, as I suspected he'll manage to do in that period of time. And the party I voted for did get one more seat - which put them on 3 out of 120 seats in total.

At least you have a sane choice. I can count on one hand the MKs I'm trusting on this government. That, and daydreaming the day Shelly Yachimovich or Tamar Gozansky will be elected as a PM here.

I figure 50k will be enough that I can mostly refurning and reclothe myself, and the rest will handle itself somehow.

I have very little that I'm enough attached to that I wouldn't welcome the excuse, quite frankly. (Not to make like of how traumatic I know it would be.)

But I haven't been active on FB for forever, so everyone's ignored, pretty much.

I am ita, awesome! That means I can kill people with my pinky, right?

I view FB as a necessary evil that I keep forgetting to log into.

Let us not forget the time we didn't know who the new president was for, oh, three months, give or take.

That does rather put the past five days into perspective, yep.

I got the feeling that you don't want to start the "Who has the worst PM" contest.

Yeah, yeah. My pain is not as bad as your pain. I'm on my third glass of wine regardless.

I had a professor who had a house fire in which he lost books and years of research. He said about it, "At the time, I thought it was the worst thing that could happen. Five years later, I started thinking 'I should have a fire every couple of years.'"

My BFF had fire that took out her den and kitchen, but most of the rest of her stuff was undamaged except for smoke. It all went out to a facility where they desmoke things and was stored there while her house was largely rebuilt. She didn't get back all her boxes and got a random assortment of other people's stuff. As a result, she spends her life thinking "Don't I have an X?"

I don't have expensive stuff...really, I don't. But, as I look around at the books, and furniture and such, I wonder if it can all be replaced for $49,500. ($500 deductible) Here's hoping I never have to find out, eh?

The thing I really ended up liking about my State Farm agent (beyond her being awesome about doing it all over email, phone and faxing me all up and down the west coast) was that when I'd dutifully figured out my coverage and then was anxious, told me I could up it. Really what I liked about her was that she was helpful and helped me find the right coverage for me.

That means I can kill people with my pinky, right?

This is not the way to get your flamethrower.

I have very little that I'm enough attached to that I wouldn't welcome the excuse, quite frankly. (Not to make like of how traumatic I know it would be.)

I'm feeling the same way, though I am thinking of doing an inventory, either written or photographic. I feel bad for my neighbor who, every time I see her, remembers something else 'irreplaceable.'

Once when I was lamenting how overwhelmed I felt with all my clutter, and yet how I couldn't seem to get rid of it, my therapist (the good one) said, "What if there were a fire and it all burned up? All gone. What then?" I was horrified, but then I thought, well, you know... it would solve the problem. Kinda like swatting a fly with a Buick, but still.

Probably some spam scam, Epic(although you do have a beautiful smile!)

Aww, thanks, lisah.

Okay, so Spam or Skeevy, either way, Ignore it is - whether he admires my "beautiful" smirk or not).

Epic, yes, still waiting for a definitive answer, but I'm not holding my breath. No one ever responded when I emailed letting them know that I have a Friday deadline.

I'll continue to keep my fingers crossed, just in case. Was the commute still ok-ish today?

I'm not going to accept it, since I don't know who she is, but I feel bad just hitting that Ignore button. It feels mean!

Heh, I'm the same way - I'll literally ignore them and just not respond for an age, rather than taking the rude-feeling action of hitting the ignore button.

I don't get FB friending. Is it really that much of a popularity contest that people I've never met would try and friend me without even a comment about what they were thinking?

Maybe you're just that awesome? (Or they're admiring your beautiful smile?)

I am ita, awesome! That means I can kill people with my pinky, right?

I was kind of under the impression that if someone made you cross enough, you could take them out with a thought - that way no messing up the manicure!