This is like the third Girl Scout embezzlement case I've heard about in the past month! What is up with people taking cookie money away from Girl Scouts??

It's probably the most profitable business where POS is handled by nine-year-olds? There might be some issues with enacting adequate controls to segregate and secure assets.

Or it makes an adorable news hook, that could also be it.

Nice to hear the good news, Dana.

Perhaps when DH gets older he will be less chatty. As long as I have known him he has talked to all of the people all of the time. Grocery store lines, restaurants, beaches, parties. He just doesn't feel right if he doesn't talk to everyone. It has embarrassed the kids forever, but I find it amusing. I'm fairly social, but he is insanely social.

My father is chattier than ever in public, even though he has trouble putting a full sentence together -- he has as much trouble walking by someone without interacting.

Some of Hubby's issues is that he often stays home all day, either from pain or not having a reason to go out. (Thank god we got two cars so he can wander off when he wants.) He loved running the game store because he could chat about stuff he loved all day. His chattiness is why he's a great salesman.

Glad for the good news, Dana.

It has taken me this long to wake up properly. I am...it's not a good day, and I'm not working from home. I'm just flat out. And scheduled to have a nasty infusion tonight, but I refuse to project how I'll feel tomorrow.

Ugh ita, I hope life cuts you a break soon.

I'm so sorry, ita. I hope the infusion is in aid of better days to come.

I'm sorry, ita. May the infusion go well.

Yo, Zenkitty's cat. Those are only thoughts arising in your head, you do not have to share them with Zen. To be inside and want to be outside is suffering. To be outside and want to be inside is suffering. Be here now. Good kitty.

Thank you, -t. He has calmed down and is now watching the outside world through the lattice. He is in Kitty Yoga "Meatloaf" pose.

Yay for no cancer in other places! It is a tiny silver lining, but I should be grateful that at least I'm not claustrophobic or bothered by needles. My only claustrophobia involves too many people in a small space. If they did MRIs on several people at one time, I'd be in trouble.

My father could talk a blue streak, but he didn't really chat up strangers. My mother will talk at length with any stranger, any place and at any time. Will she call up old friends? No, because she's convinced they think they're better than she is and will wait for them to call.