Ohhh, kerning game.
Person on the other side of the wall, complaining about customers: "I sent them an email with all the instructions. They read it, then they said, 'So, what do I do?' And I want to say, 'Stab yourself. Find a pen and stab yourself in the neck. The end.'"
Oh we've all wanted to say that at some point. Right? Right?
It's the opposite of the training I've been doing at work. There I get a list, the beginning of a web address that is NEVER where the training can actually be found and none of the names match from the paper to the search terms to the actual training. I've spent three times as much time hunting this stuff down as just going through the training, taking my test and printing my certificates takes.
SCANDAL!!!!
That was some interesting editing, I mean that in a good way.
Oh we've all wanted to say that at some point. Right? Right?
Yep.
Re: the low-fat diet
After my dad had his triple bypass, he and my mom were both part of a study concerning very low-fat diets and heart disease. They were vegan and had limited plant fats, and saw a nutritionist every week and a bunch of other stuff (supervised exercise and yoga and group therapy, seriously a lot of stuff in that study). My dad is convinced it helped keep him from having any further heart problems, though they did not stay as strict once they were done being studied. For one thing, they decided that not eating fish but taking fish oil pills was super ridiculous and they could eat fish sometimes. But I believe they do both consider grilled salmon a bit of an indulgence to this day.
It's funny when we eat meals together since I am all low carb and lean heavily towards the Moar Bacon Please philosophy of eating. Even so, my mom and I end up ordering the same salad with surprising frequency. And we both enjoyed sipping shots of olive oil at that one tasting we went to. Nom.
Cass, for real. I was just scrolling down to post the same thing.
Aughh! I decided to turn in early and do some reading tonight, and found a wet spot on my pillow and sheets. No characteristic ammonia smell that I could detect, but even if I'd woken up drenched this morning (don't recall doing so) it would have been pretty much dry 14 hours later. Thus endeth the cats' access to my bedroom.
Are they fixed? Even so, it can take time for the hormones to settle. Also might try more than one litterbox/ different litters. Some cats (haha) are weird. Especially if they are young.
If it was cat pee you would know it. It is not a maybe/maybe not thing.
One of them might have been licking the sheets, or sloppily licking a paw on the sheets.
One of them might have been licking the sheets
What.
One of them might have been licking the sheets
What.
Yeah, you need to meet my dog. He will just lick his bed, over and over and over and over and over, like it's his job and he's gunning for overtime. There's no food on it. Nothing remotely edible, even by dog standards. He just licks things. It's a boredom thing for him. If he was allowed in the bedroom and could get on the bed, I have no doubt he'd lick the sheets.
Not surprised a cat would do it, too.
Yeah, cats do that, I forget about that cause mine don't much. And drool. I haven't had a drooler in a while, but a friend had one that could soak a good corner of a pillow in her bliss. She lurved that pillow.
Mm, but there was the one day Pumpkin really liked my pool hair and went a little nuts. Forgot about that.
