cracking up in a bathroom stall is only rarely appropriate.
With smartphones, I would just assume someone was surfing the web. And I would REALLY need to believe that.
'Serenity'
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cracking up in a bathroom stall is only rarely appropriate.
With smartphones, I would just assume someone was surfing the web. And I would REALLY need to believe that.
t venting (no need for hairpats/brackets, etc)
Friday, had another hemorrhoid procedure. Three days later, and it's still annoying me. When the doc was up in my business, he said it was a "superficial one", which explained why it was close to nerve endings and hurting. I joked, saying "take it to college, and it's still a superficial pain in the ass", which got a good chuckle.
In the meantime, the damn thing is a BIG pain in the ass right now. Sitting is uncomfy. Walking is uncomfy. Hard to concentrate. Blah.
Work is super slow. I'm an inch away from saying half day and using sick hours.
OK, if I rant anymore, it will get into gory details, that would need double layer of spoiler font. Since we don't have that, I'll leave the rant at that.
t /vent
ps: growing old sucks.
pps: eat your fiber, people. TRUST ME!
Well, here is some good news! IT loaned me a keyboard so I could see if that would work for my sickly computer without buying one. So far it does HOORAY!
It's been difficult typing without cde and 3 89% of the time.
Awww, I'm muy simpatico, omnis. It's no fucking fun.
I'm tracking my food intake for the sole purpose of making sure I get enough fiber. (Spoiler: I DON'T. God DAMN, what do I have to do, eat VEGETABLES or something crazy like that???) Because my GI tract is a shambling horror in many ways.
I'm still pissed TJs stopped carrying those fruit leather things that had about a bazillion grams of fiber. Those were a godsend.
I think term lets you get cash out or something Connie. But my brother's the agent, not me, and quite frankly? His job bores me stupid. But I do pick up bits by osmosis.
We have term life insurance. I specifically have 20-year term life, which I got when my work stopped having life insurance (when I was a healthy 36 year old: they require some blood tests and the price varies by your age and health levels). I pay $329 a year, and if I die before the 20 years is up (except by suicide, or act of war, or, like, nuclear disaster), my family gets $500K. It's a low fee insuring my family against a pretty unlikely outcome - that I will die before 56. (But if I got hit by a bus tomorrow, it would pay off the house & put the kids through college.)
I'm with ya, msbelle.
I think the term on the AARP is for 10 years. I guess rolling the dice on whether Hubby will last another 10 years is not a bad idea. I think I have life insurance on him through work, though. We should have bought this stuff when we were young and just being responsible adults and not juggling actual actuarial timing issues.