Hey, that's a project I could get Tim to do! He loves duct tape! And projects!

And you!

I don't want to be a part of any duct-tape projects. (No, not even the kinky ones. Really. Everyone has limits, and duct tape is one of mine.) He can love me from afar while he's making the duct tape skirt for the stove.

I made a skirt of duct tape around the bottom of my stove to stop pills and cat toys from constantly being lost under there.

Dude, that is an awesome idea.

The duct tape is brilliant! my sister's cats (all of them, as far as I can remember) loved getting her NEW lip balms and playing with those until they'd knocked them under the stove/ refrigerator/ couch/ large, heavy, immovable furniture. And it was always the new ones - the old ones they rejected.

I had a miserable time in HS and got out of the hellhole my family lived in as soon as I could and haven't gone back since graduating from college. I won't go to any reunions, won't acknowlege anything from Classmates, I'm not on Facebook so that's not an issue. I was the easiest target, so I got a lot of shit ... including the guy who'd grab me, grope me, try to pull my clothes off in class, with no one - including teachers - ever saying a word.

The duct tape does work awesomely! I tucked it back a little under the edge of the stove so it's not really visible unless you're on the kitchen floor. I'm pleased with my effort, there.

And, after all, who gets down on the kitchen floor besides the cats? and their aesthetic appreciation is probably more practical - they're cranky because they can't bat their toys under the stove any more ... mom's a killjoy!

Actually, Leo the Cat was the reason I did it. He would bat his new toys under the stove, fish for it a minute, then look up at me piteously until I swatted it out with a broom. This was annoying. It also occurred to me that there might be important stove parts I shouldn't be whacking with a broom.

I dropped out of high school, I hated it so damn much. However, I am friends with the people I liked from back then (out of 3,200, there were a few). It is nice to learn where they ended up and to see that the best of them still have the snark going. In that way, FB is like passing notes. My ex-BF Walter, who who wrote hysterically funny notes while we were dating sophomore year, now writes hysterically funny FB updates.

That's an awesome response, Scrappy!

Deena, I've never quite figured out why kids' glasses don't just come in twos. Owen bent the shit out of his flex frames last week. Fortunately, the girls were able to bend them back. I should dig up his last pair (since his Rx didn't change) and make sure they're repaired for a back up.

That's a lovely response Scrappy.

In the meantime, I'm good with evil.

I'm still not sitting in the back of a car with you on a road trip. We can flip for who rides in front and who gets to turn green. (And who gets to sing out loud while listening to her walkman.) Besides, you had 2 coaches.

I'm surprised how many of my high school friends have Facebook, considering they're British.

It's all my friends and colleagues ever seem to do. I quite often look around the office to see about twenty PhD students all playing Facebook Scrabble with the people opposite them.