Congrats, though, Hec, on having achieved Mengele of Cats status.

Least favorite nickname ever.

Least favorite nickname ever.

Heh. Made me giggle, though.

Did y'all see the bit about teh FDA requiring dosage cuts on ambien? Made me think of Erin...

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I did try and tell y'all it was affecting.

You did! Your comment is the reason I still haven't read it! (Although I think he told at least part of the story at the reading I went to.)

We spent an hour at Wal-Mart yesterday for prescription stuff. It is maddening.

Dana,

did you lose a bet?

so my bronchitis that did not including wheezing sounds or coughing does a bit now. laughing is not so good, it seems.

Interesting subconscious programming.

Today is a business formal day. The "mannish" woman one row over is wearing button down shirt, slacks, and a blazer. I'd wondered how she'd dress, since I've never seen her in anything other than button downs and jeans. She likes my tie.

Anyway--there's a new receptionist being trained. If I had to guess, I'd say mid 50s, white guy? So, dressed business formal, not typical for our receptionists--we've had a number of men in the role, but never white, and never old. In fact, I'm not sure any of the women were white either, and I doubt any over 40.

The place my brain went wasn't receptionist. I thought he was there to fix the computer. For no reason at all, since he was just sitting in the receptionist chair, using the mouse.

My biases, let me show you them.

The other Jamaica woman, my schoolmate, is wearing a tweed jacket and skirt, and knee high stiletto boots. She makes me feel like a consummate failure all the time. She's nothing but really nice (not many people here get to hug me, as you might imagine), but seeing someone who was right where I was 30 years ago, and now has a better job, even though I don't want her job...the part of my brain that lies to me is kinda mean.

Ack! I need to go buy lunch, stat. Call in 15.

No one in my family has hit a deer with a car, but I've had to brake many times for them.

I contend that the deer hit me. I saw the deer and slowed way down. Just as I passed it, it threw itself on my hood. I don't know if it thought it could jump over the car or just entirely misjudged the whole shiny moving monster thing. You know those inspiring USAA insurance ads that say things like, "Mine was earned at Guadalcanal"? They don't mention they will cancel that warm, fuzzy policy if a deer runs into your car. Also, my ex totaled a police car on a deer. Deer apparently have not been educated on the role of lights and sirens.

Having lived in deer country for years, I think of them as rats with long legs. They, like the nutria, are man-made natural disasters.

It wasn't easy to read, but I'm glad I did. Also, the cat nation idea was pretty great.

I loved the Oatmeal piece. I'm trying to decide whether to send it to a friend who has loved several damaged cats. The problem is that one of them died in November. I kind of think it will make her feel better, but I certainly don't want her to feel worse.

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I contend that the deer hit me.

That actually happens a lot in Upstate NY. You stop, and the deer runs into the side of your car.

That actually happens a lot in Upstate NY. You stop, and the deer runs into the side of your car.

Deer are known for pulling insurance scams.