Maybe closer to white with some transparency would work for you?
It is partially transparent (it's a chalk effect), but let me try dialing down the saturation, thanks.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Maybe closer to white with some transparency would work for you?
It is partially transparent (it's a chalk effect), but let me try dialing down the saturation, thanks.
Happy Noah and Grade day !
Ma~~~ for your Dad , Sue
Sue, my thoughts are with you and your dad. It's stressful to not be there. Not that *you* could fix things if you were, because we're mostly not medical professionals here, but it still is a tough thing.
France committed almost completely to nuclear power in the '70s, after the OPEC oil embargo, determined not to be a hostage to volatile oil prices. It reprocesses fuel and sells quite a bit of power to the rest of Europe.
Do they do anything different with their plant design? Or is it just standard biz as usual in their plants and protocols?
On the other hand, I do always assume they're dating whoever they're standing next to.
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Sorry to hear about your father's scare, Sue. Here's some on the mend ~ma and home soon ~ma.
Years ago, they served wine with lunch in plant restaurants.
Even with all the context, it took me a minute to understand what plant restaurants were. And that they didn't serve mulch & fertilizer with the wine.
(Well, I assume they didn't. I'm not judging.)
So... I should probably get some sleep? That seems likely.
Heh, Strega! I thought the same thing.
Sue, here's some -ma for your Dad. Heart medicine is so advanced these days, they're probably going to be able to "fix" him for many more happy years. ::crosses fingers::
Best wishes to your dad, Sue. And I agree with Theo on Modern Medicine....
Kat, you and the kids all look great!
Happy Belated Allyson!
Happy Fourth Noah & Grace! I can't believe four years have flown by so fast.
Today at coffee hour after church, a fiftyish guy I've seen every now and then for the past couple of months came over to say hi and praise Matilda's cuteness and sweetness -- all well and good, but did he really need to preface it by pointing at me, at her, and at me again and saying, "Soooo.... are you the mommy or the grandma?"
Dude! I've had that happen once--a checkout lady assumed I was G-ma. I'm fairly sure DH has been mistaken for a grandfather due to his extremely gray hair.