Hubby and I both dreamed of our old cat, Mondu, last night. He was just sitting next to me in a contemplative mode, blinking up at me with those big blue eyes. Hubby got the same thing. So odd, when the dead cats visit.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
How about "Ira Sleeps Over"? [link]
It's a shame they're probably too young for Thurber's "The Night the Bed Fell on My Father." [link] You could have one of the kids play the aunt who warded off imaginary burglars by throwing shoes down the hall.
I accidentally set the crockpot on Warm rather than High. (My old one's settings were Warm, Low, High. This one's are Low, High, Warm. I may be eating something else for dinner.)
So after months and years of answers to healthstuff that included "I don't know, sometimes this just happens" and "you worry too much," new!Doc seems to think oldEvilDoc missed a bunch of blinky signs and arrows pointing to hypothyroid, starting around HPF's birth. So we're trying some new stuff that might help. I am hopeful for the first time in a long time.
Thurber's "The Night the Bed Fell on My Father."
Perth Amboy!
Connie beat me to it.
The things that get stuck in my head. The illustrations from the story (the aunt in her pitcher's stance, the headboard of the bed) popped up instantly when I saw the title of the story.
Actual answer ~ma, Sox. And treatment and so forth.
Timelies all!
Good luck with the treatment, Sox.
Folks,
I had a 4 hour meeting, followed by a 45 minute meeting and I am physically done. All I want to do is go home and go to bed. I am not even joking.
I think if a meeting lasts longer than 2 hours, the organizers of the meeting should be put in shackles and publicly shamed.
I also need to receive a cash bonus.
Short of the above, I should be allowed to leave after 2.5 hours.