Just to bring together three conversations, here is a picture of Freddie Mercury with cats (on the internet) which I pasted on Facebook a few weeks ago, before we started talking about Freddie Mercury or cats.

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Post-Toasties: My uncle literally stepped on a yellow-jacket nest yesterday! Was stung so many times he had a massive allergic reaction, literally had to crawl back to the house, where he passed out in my aunt's arms.

Holy cow.

Anyway, an EMT was able to make it up the mountain quick enough to epi-pen him, set up an IV and an airway, et cetera, et cetera. (My aunt used to keep a couple epi-pens in the medicine cabinet, but they got old so they were tossed.)

That's just a little too close for comfort! Aunt and uncle are taking it very easy today, plus an exterminator is being called to take care of the nest and scout for others.

FWIW, my childhood friend who basically skipped a year of high school (without his parents knowing, as far as I know) is now a successful-enough adult.

Absolutely. I know many successful adults that were impossible teens, including DH and me.

I did do the bodysuit thing, and liked them, and hated the inconvenience, though. But having shirts that couldn't get untucked, and were smooth all the way down was much fun for me. I also didn't mind the breast smooshing one bit, although I eventually graduated to "work-appropriate" ones that had blousy tops.

Okay, work day! I spent all night dreaming of you. Whatchya got?

That's so scary, Theo! Yikes.

I just looked at some of the Good Stuff's followers, and a LOT of them haven't set up their tumblr, reblogged anything (or have just one or two posts), etc. Now I am suspicious.

My tumblr is like that- I just follow people and read. I can't figure out how to communicate on tumblr.

OK, so I will not worry about it, and just sit back and wait for BuzzFeed to hire me.

Any minute now, Jesse!

Good god, Theo, that's terrifying. I'm glad he's okay.

I don't want to think about body suits. Ever.

Theodosia, I'm glad that your uncle was able to get the help he needed fast enough. That is a scary situation.

Theo, that is way too much drama! But good ending. I like that ending.

I am proud to announce that none of the bruising has gone down to my toes. In fact, so far, it's mostly "up" the back of my heel, as a testament to my aggressive elevation.

Are there gold stars for that? Can I stick them on the tensor bandage I seem to have forgotten how to wrap since coming out of the shower?