I doubt that most of us, given the choice, PREFER to use restaurant bathrooms for our bowels. I have been out and about enough (especially post-removal of gall bladder) that I don't often have the luxury to run back home and get my business done.

We are human beings. We smell. Oh well.

I'm with le nub.

Oh, boy, the tile guy is just thrilled with me.

That's true, if I could be sure they didn't want to impale me I would trust them not to. But sometimes they are very angry that I have let the sugar supply get too low. And they are always angry with each other, it appears, so there might be bleed over from that.

My sister has a history of getting into feuds with birds. Don't let anyone tell you they can't be assholes.

Crows can recognize people. So if someone pisses off a crow, that crow will totally torment the person every time it sees the person.

Crows can recognize people. So if someone pisses off a crow, that crow will totally torment the person every time it sees the person.

More than this, crows apparently communicate to other crows which asshole threw a rock at them and the entire flock will hate that guy for years to come.

Oh, she knows.

She tried to help out a crow in her backyard that had been attacked by an animal. She got it out and to the humane society but she couldn't walk though yard to her door without cover for a week, with all the other crows squawking and swooping at her.

I am also with le nub- when you gotta poop, you gotta poop. I wonder who these people are that the author thinks are going to a restaurant bathroom and CHOOSING to poop.

There's a sake jasmine pearl recipe in this new cookbook. I can't wait to try that...

That does sound lovely, ita. Oo, I should bring you over some ice cream one of these days from our new favorite ice cream shop. They have loads of exotic flavors, but they are smart enough to know that ice cream is comfort food first and foremost.

I just took care of two onerous tasks, both insurance-related. Can I have a cookie now?

(Nevermind, no cookies in the house. Oh but there is some lemon cake!)

They don't call it a murder of crows just for giggles.