I am pretty sure I won the dental work prize already.

Does the work in your mouth add up to five figures?

I just hope something works, ita.

I'm being baffled by telephone choices, with the immediate problem being what number to put on new business cards. I hesitate to use a Google voice number.

An added complication is that AT&T is implying that the only way to get their new super-duper fiber optic service is to either sign up for a bundle or pay an installation change. I want to reduce my costs, but AT&T keeps offering plans that cost more but are, they say, so much better. I have DSL through Earthlink, which uses AT&T's lines. I'm irrationally attached to my e-mail address, which I've had since 1995. Also, it takes money away from AT&T. I loathe AT&T. I loathe Comcast.

Anyone use Ooma? What about two cans and a string?

God, I hope the home nurse works out. And that Allyson gets what she needs.

Can't phrase it better than that.

Also that Grace gets better, that everybody's dentistry is efficient and cost-effective as possible.

H and I have had some sort of not-a-flu for about the last week. No fever, no congestion, just a lot of no-energy, fall-asleep anytime we stop moving, no appetite, vaguely achey, vaguely drippy nose resulting in mildly sore throat. We both seem to be emerging from it, and really, I'll take it gladly over being really ill. But the lassitude, man, it drags. Somebody march a brass band through the house, or turn loose a pack of weasels in the living room or something. I'm wondering if sticking a bobby pin in a light socket for a few seconds might'n't galvanize the old energy and kick start my engine.

Maybe? Remember how I had no dashlights? It was because I had no tail lights . AT ALL. (Or maybe just msbelle and mac with me at the light rail in Mt. Washington after the Orioles' game that time.) Learned later that's a deliberate wiring design so that you go OMG, FIX NOW, so there might be crossed connections. Unless you are me, and you drive around cluelessly being dangerous for months.

And I'm sorry you got smushed and now more badstuff ensued.

My life has become so much richer and easier (even with all the adventures in homeownership!) since moving here. It's not just the help I get, it's the opportunity to help and be a part of a community. It's kinda funny to say that helping is good for me. Turn it back into something selfish;)

Now I want to know the MRSA colonized joke. We always get MRSA stories from the PACU nurses. One of the adult ICU nurses was MRSA colonized and didn't know. She went in for breast implants and about 2 days later had an awful infection. They had to remove the implants and she was in her own ICU for about 3 weeks while they fought the infection.

I'm sure there's a moral there, but I'm not 100% sure what it is? Get swapped before you get a boob job?

Ooooh! A coworker went to the Urgent Care because he thought he had flu and wanted to see if he could get Tamaflu. To test him for flu, they put a swab into his nasal cavity via his nostril. He said it didn't hurt, but ouch! Also, no flu. Just an awful cold.

I am gonna throw this out here because it seems it might fit a need. We are gonna be gone the week of March 10 and we're gonna need a house sitter. Since DFW is a hub, airfares here can be pretty cheap. If anyone is looking for a cheap getaway with free wi-fi, and netflix and wouldn't mind pets, give me a holler.

That sounds like what I had/have, Bev. I will definitely take it over what the SO has, but it was pretty fatiguing. Still is, apparently, since I totally conked out after just a normal day's work. I meant to do so much this evening, but it just never happens on Mondays.

Bailey is awesome! The cats are pretty funny too (though maybe only Syl will give you the time of day.) And it is a great house.

So I'm scrambling an egg a day for Devi because supposedly it will be easier for her to eat than the dry, and help to put weight back on her (well, it is supposed to be half an egg, but how the hell does one do that without shennanigans?) She'll eat the egg, but what does she really prefer? Her dry food.

That's my favorite grape.

Mine is, sadly, in grape jelly. I don't think I'm ever going to be a wine connoisseur. And guess who just had to look up "connoisseur"?

More thinking of a craft room

I've always wanted one of those. But like you said, some gorgeous inspiration on the walls wouldn't hurt ...

I hope Allyson can check in at some point. t /worrier

Wow, the internet is so awesome. I just got a donation from someone in Hungary who speaks English as a second language. I have no idea how she found out about us or why she's interested. Love it.