Do not drive 160 on my road! I live there!
Get out of the way, you pokey desert dweller!
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Do not drive 160 on my road! I live there!
Get out of the way, you pokey desert dweller!
Get out of the way, you pokey desert dweller!
Wait till you see us laugh when the saguaro cactus don't get out of your way.
Wait till you see us laugh when the saguaro cactus don't get out of your way.
Ha! Saguaro cactus only exist in Roadrunner cartoons. I'm not falling for that.
The ONLY thing I ever think about and worry for is my dogs in a disaster. They wouldn't know what's going on at all and would be terrified and perhaps...I can't even fucking think about it. I don't worry for myself at all. I'm not afraid of dying. But I am terrified of leaving my dogs fending for themselves. Relatedly it's my dogs' care that finally got me to sit down and work out a will and post-death finances.
I imagine it's a version of what parents might feel. All of your worry is on this huge piece of your heart that's just out there, running around with diapers on.
I don't worry about things I can't control, but I do find myself thinking of how I would handle a pandemic, or a zombie apocolypse, or house breaker. PLANNING, I tell you! I might die, but I'll die in the midst of initiating a PLAN. And that is enormously satisfying. I mean, a little irritating, too, because I love it when a plan comes together.
Huh. I could write a funny book about that. Would you buy it? "How to Stop Worrying and Learn to Love the Supernova...Because You're Fucked Anyway? But You Can Totally Possible Survive a Pandemic! If You're Wise. And Really Fucking Lucky."
I'm only kind of joking. I would have a research/planner writegasm.
The sun going supernova, I have no plan for. I need none. So, whatevs. It's been real. See ya!
Beverly-
I would use Buckram for the cap. You might have to shape it a little, or use 2 layers, or get really thick buckram.
There is some infomration re: buckram here:
Erin, there's totally a market for that book (including me)
Oh! With worksheet pages and actual expert advice and things.
You're on, Erin. You got two confirmed buyers.
Beverly, there's also Lacey's Stiff Stuff - it's used as a base for beading (yes, I know ... we're ALL 12 and snorting like crazy).
And in name confusion, seemingly for a while Jean Simmons and Gene Simmons were getting some of each other's mail (mostly his). Caused some confusion until she realized who it was meant for.