I got an email from my SIL, and they're okay and it's raining. So no worry about them.

I'm so glad.

Still haven't heard anything from Stephanie. If the address I have for her is correct, she should be a fair bit south of the fire area near Colorado Springs.

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Separately, JZ is better than a bag of chips. She is a carton of chips. A whole pallette worth of chips.

"If I'm the best they can do they really need to meet a better class of people, because I'm not all that and a bag of chips."

Dude. You are the BIG bag of chips. The Costco size bag of chips that feeds hundreds of people and fills them with warmth and satiated feelings because they are THE BEST CHIPS EVER and will never buy another kind of chips because no other chips can compare.

You, my dear, are a great big bag of Ambroisa Chips. Srsly.

JZ, you're All That and TWO bags of chips. You just tell that voice in your head to Eat. Your. Chips.

Happy birthday, JZ!

Happy birthday to Ms. All That A Bag of Chips & A Glass of Freshly Squeezed Lemonade. .

JZ is a bag of those incredibly addictive Stacy's pita chips.

I just tried to like flea's post.

Really not fishing for compliments; it's just been a bad couple months for my brain chemistry. I may have to talk to my doctor about switching meds, which I am so epically not looking forward to. I thought the current med (the only one I've ever used) was going to be my forever babe, but the bad voice is just there all the time now.

I would never entertain the idea that you were fishing, JZ. I'm sorry your brain spice has gone rancid. I know the feeling. It hoovers. You are a beautiful human and we love you.

Sadly, I read kind compliments like yours and there goes that voice in my head muttering, "If I'm the best they can do they really need to meet a better class of people, because I'm not all that and a bag of chips."

I contend that I have met some of the best classes of people, and you're still all that.

Great news, Cash!