The cat thing is just a random thought, smonster. The reference though is to a stone killer that goes to meet someone knowing she will kill or be killed. But, she wants to feel that she looked good one last time. (Which is still surprising, coming from that character...you wouldn't think she would care.)

Good interview, Nora! And really, it was a fabulous event.

Well done, Nora! Events are hard to pull off and you made it look (from the outside) easy.

So I sent him a message asking if he wanted to get a non-alcoholic beverage (he doesn't drink, but doesn't care if others do) and find out what we disagree on. Also, he's a math geek.

Sounds fun. I hope the date goes well, smonster! Don't get axe murdered.

Thanks to all the weight lifting, I have some visible muscle in my upper arms. Yay! However, the skin of my upper arms has gotten noticeably saggier. They actually looked firmer with more fat on them. Are there any tricks for encouraging skin to tighten up?

Are there any tricks for encouraging skin to tighten up?

If there were any such tricks you'd never need a plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.

Piffle. Can afford neither plastic surgeons nor Beverly Hills. Will just have to be a middle-aged woman with flappy arms. I wonder if they'll act as flippers in the pool.

I did not get axe murdered. I am however, exhausted. Boy is serious talky meat, and that says a thing, coming from me. I think he's a small dose friend. Every casual comment gets dissected, deconstructed, and challenged. Which was fun for a while, and then I went all "fire ant bad, tree pretty."

Will watch Omar thing after a brief liedown.

Hey, you smonster. I finally got some internet. I am at a cocktail party, hanging out on the internet. (Have not found my friend yet.)

Hi! My gas stove won't stop beeping. I hope it doesn't blow up. And I hope you find your friend soon.

Something was beeping in the night last night. It did not blow up.