After the Prednisone magically cured my bum foot, I'm all up for steroids now.

My sister got one in each cheek last weekend, during her 4 trips to UC.

Good god, why? I hope she's okay now!

I love hawks, and I appreciate the varmint control they provide. A small blue-grey one took a bluejay at the feeder in our yard, and settled in on the grass to eat. All the songbirds in the neighborhood came to sit in our trees around the carnage and scream their fear and horror. The carnage itself did not go quietly, and it "survived" quite a while, while being plucked and eaten, alive.

We let our big yellow Punkin cat go outside. He never left the yard, he ambled over to the chipmunks' front door every morning so the daddy munk could pop out the back door in a tangle of roots and grass and holler bad names at him, and then they both clocked out for lunch. Punkin displayed himself draped artfully across the compost heap in full sun while the songbirds fluttered around the feeders and birdbaths. He never chased or molested anybody, he just liked watching them. And as long as he was on the job, the hawk flew over, casing the place, but never stooped to take anybody from our yard again.

My sister got one in each cheek last weekend, during her 4 trips to UC.

...I read this after the "rat jumping out from can" post and thought your sister got bitten by a rat on both (face) cheeks!! I was internally shrieking, until I realized the rest of the sentence didn't make sense that way.

...I read this after the "rat jumping out from can" post and thought your sister got bitten by a rat on both (face) cheeks!! I was internally shrieking, until I realized the rest of the sentence didn't make sense that way.

ME TOO.

me three

Also: will someone please kick my ass until I get up and like, clean my damn room? It's a PIT, I tell you, and instead I am chilling on the couch downstairs refreshing the same websites over and over hoping magic new things will appear or hot women will materialize and flirt with me and tell me they have crushes on me. (Hey, a girl can dream...) And then tomorrow when I wake up and realize I'm only sleeping on a corner of my bed because I've got stuff on half of it, and I can't walk through my room because I have empty boxes and piles of clean and dirty clothes, and un-emptied suitcases, I will be so unhappy with myself.

Yep, that's where I went, too/

Yeah, I did too.

Beverly, glad Punkin is on the job, there.

And I'm glad, again and still, that the other Pumpkin cat got rescued.

will someone please kick my ass until I get up and like, clean my damn room

MEARA GO CLEAN YOUR ROOM

Me, I went on two long walks today, and went climbiing, so I don't feel guilty about going out for drinks and nibblies with a friend.

And now I'm going to read a ridiculously long and overwrought Star Wars AU (in which Luke is raised to be a Sith by the Emperor and Leia is raised to be a Jedi by Obi-Wan and neither knows the other exists at all, o the drama).

meara, work on the room for fifteen minutes, then give yourself a five-minute internet break. You'll probably get more done than you think.