May you never have to have anything to do with your outlaws again.

Oh, so much this. I am so sorry, Maria.

I can't think of a just smite for the outlaws, either. I'm sorry that you not only lost your puppy but also lost the opportunity to say goodbye.

I am so sorry, Maria. Both for the situation and the awfulness of finding out in a terrible way.

If you haven't done it before, it's not nearly as hard/scary as it sounds. Much better than trying to give one a pill.

I haven't done it in a while but I am remembering it as kinda like riding a bike and easy. So hopefully it'll go well. Seriously chill cat so I'm not stressed.

I'd rather give this cat insulin injections than pill my own.

We give Seamus insulin twice a day. Easy peasy. MUCH BETTER THAN PILLS. Pills and cats are not a good match.

I had to give my departed cat Solomon insulin shots. I thought it would be hard, but I just stuck him while he was chowing on his morning kibble and it was no big deal.

Gah, you guys, I am so upset. Ridiculously, can't-stop-crying upset.

The dry cleaner ruined my wedding dress. I picked it up today and it is totally BLACK. What the fucking hell? I asked the dry cleaner lady what happened, and she said she doesn't know (of course). She checked the tag -- as if I didn't before I brought it in -- and verified that it said "Dry clean only", and said, "The tag says dry clean only, and we cleaned it. You need to talk to the manufacturer about it."

Well, no. If I brought in a dress that said "do NOT dry clean" and it got ruined, that's not the dry cleaner's fault. But if they ruined something that they were supposed to be able to clean, well, that's their fault.

But the website doesn't sell this dress anymore, so I can't replace it. And, really, I don't know if I would, even if I could.

What I want is for it not to have happened, or to be fixable. But neither of those things are true. So I guess I have a black dress now. And I'm just really, really upset. Which makes me feel stupid. Because it's just a dress. I mean, yeah, it's my wedding dress, but it's still just a dress. No one died. I wasn't really going to be able to wear it again (even though it's not a white poofy wedding gown, it's still my wedding dress, and anywhere I wore it, people would ask "Is that your wedding dress?" and then I would feel stupid). But that still doesn't mean I wanted it to be ruined.

God damn it.

If anyone is going to suggest I go after the dry cleaner for restitution, I don't have it in me to do it. Mostly because they're insisting it isn't their fault and I don't feel like lawyering up for a dress.

Damn it. It was so pretty.

Oh, Teppy... I am so sorry. That blows. I'm getting teary-eyed on your behalf.

That sucks, Teppy. I'd be tempted to at least post before-and-after pictures on review sites.

Oh Steph, that's a huge bummer, you have every right to be upset. The dry cleaner screwed up.

That's awful, Steph. I'm sorry.