Ugh Suela, just ugh.

But Dana, I'm glad to hear your mother's surgery went well.

What Burrell said.

YAY Scrappy!

I am pretty sure I just got doubleteamed by Bubba and the dog, whose name is now Charlie.

I want to hide in the bedroom with Dita.

Dana, I'm so happy to hear your good news. And Consuela, I'm so sad to hear yours. I hope that gets resolved quickly for both your mom AND dad's sake.

I agree, messing with an older person's meds, except for a medical contingency, just shouldn't happen.

I'm envious, at a distance, sarameg. I like the _concept_ of feeding baby kittens but I suspect the reality would be too stressful for me. Good going, you, for taking care of them.

Oh, I was just visiting a coworker's office when the bottles came out, so got handed this kitty smaller than a softball (and much less coordinated) and a bottle! They're easy, if exasperating. So eager they unlatch or whatever. Hard to calm frantically eager kittens. You get to a point of 'little shit, CALM DOWN OVER HERE' and laughter. They are total lizard brains still, but you can see hints of personalities coming out. Which are gonna be total snugglers, which will be the get-into-shit ones...

Bubba and Charlie? Hiding with the elegant Dita? Why do I envision that dog-cat pairing in overalls and straw hats now?

'little shit, CALM DOWN OVER HERE'

This was my response to the baby goats I fed at dawn years and years ago.

The cloven hooves in the middle of your back, the frantic stamping which inevitably included your feet...pulling so hard that they ripped the rubber nipple off the glass Pepsi bottle (yep, that long ago) such that a liter of warm milk showered over them...all the while still sucking through the detached nipple, not realizing their breakfast was wasted on the ground.

Yeah. Those were the days.

Kittens are much smaller. Hardest part is unhooking all the claws from your clothes to put them down.

I can totally see that.

Is there any particular evolutionary advantage to a man to ensure the woman ejaculates, though, or is he still best off playing a numbers game?

Yes, if the theory proves true. Okay, take this all with a massive grain of salt since this info came along with advice like "if you want to have a boy, douche with baking soda" and such. In other words, more than a whiff of woo-woo. But the theory is that if the woman has an orgasm AFTER the man has come, the vaginal contractions will help direct the sperm into uterus.

What the hell, even if it doesn't work, the trying has it's own, uh, benefits. Unlike most of the TTC advice I was given.

But the theory is that if the woman has an orgasm AFTER the man has come, the vaginal contractions will help direct the sperm into uterus.

I think that's what that Renaissance book said!

Bubba and Charlie? Hiding with the elegant Dita? Why do I envision that dog-cat pairing in overalls and straw hats now?

Oh god.

Lee's house it her haw meets dynasty?