Exactly, when it all shook out it was about the crunchy, chewy yumminess that is crumble.
eta: Hahaha! Yes, that is exactly what I would have written. If I survive it, is it really worth scaring the crap out of everyone to say OMGTORNADOSWOOPEDRIGHTMEOMG. Oh, by the way, I'm fine?
eta aren't pants supposed to look *better* after you iron them? ::sigh::
Huh. Mine never seem to. This is why my iron and I have a strained relationship. The ironing board? We're likethis. The iron, eh. Cold shoulder.
-t, I own (and live in) one half of the duplex, and my neighbor in the other half will give me a 6% discount on her asking price because we won't have to hire a real estate agent. It's a good deal. I'm just not sure I'm ready to become a landlord again.
She isn't moving until spring, so I have a few months to get my courage up.
If I survive it, is it really worth scaring the crap out of everyone to say OMGTORNADOSWOOPEDRIGHTMEOMG. Oh, by the way, I'm fine?
Reverse that.
Oh, by the way, I'm fine. OMGTORNADOSWOOPEDRIGHTMEOMG.
But that's what I did. If I'm here posting, ergo, I'm fine.
YOUR GHOST IS POSTING OMG.
If I'm here posting, ergo, I'm fine.
Having posted here before I went to the hospital to have my face sewn back together, that's by no mean guaranteed.
Ah, see, I probably wouldn't post first in that case. I'd dial 911 or a family member and wait until I got back.
I drive my daughter nuts. She'll call to say she's been injured/in an accident and she gets all bent because I don't sob all over her. Hey, she could call, she was coherent, therefore not dead or dying. I save the wailing and rending for death.
Yeah, I was squeezing the split shut with one hand and typing idly with the other.
I *could* call my parents before I go into the hospital for something unexpected, but that will just worry them. Just because I can speak intelligibly doesn't mean it's not hepatitis or something they don't want me to have by myself.