(Ahem. I *may* be tripping balls on migraine meds at this point.)
Maybe so, but it doesn't mean I'm not going to be actively looming for a reason to shout that at somebody.
BTW, I haven't had any visual hallucinations today. As of yet, Jesus must be manifesting in someone else's leftover pizza.
That or Kato ate him.
I mean, Catwoman was on my wedding cupcakes. WITH A WHIP. (Because that's how we roll.) I might need to post that picture over there, with a pointed glare.
BTW, I haven't had any visual hallucinations today. As of yet, Jesus must be manifesting in someone else's leftover pizza.
That or Kato ate him.
My dog is such a heretic.
My dog is such a heretic.
Hey, we each worship in our own way.
This is my body, which is...
::Lapsed Catholic ducks real low to avoid lightning::
I vote no. One of my recurring anxiety dreams growing up involved blurred vision and being unable to see clearly. I stopped having that dream in my late teens, and it didn't come back after I started needing glasses. I don't recall any dreams where I perceived myself to be wearing glasses.
I had a nightmare (but not hallucination) a few weeks ago that I suddenly realized my vision had just slowly deteriorated without my really noticing, and somehow it was as bad as before I'd had urgent and I was all upset. Thankfully, not true (I'm not 20/20, but haven't been since surgery--more like 20/30)
Whip: lasso:: potayto: potahto?
A lasso doesn't crack, though.
Might in really skilled hands.
Petco was out of the lightweight kitty litter, btw. Looks like Target carries some, but I don't think I'll be able to get over there for a couple days, at least.
paging Kate P: I finally boxed up the costumes that N & G have grown out of (pirate, knight, doctor, police officer) and would love to send them. Can you send me your address so I can post them?
I looked at the lightweight stuff, but honestly, getting a 35lb tub every so often (I know I've had one in my trunk 2 weeks and I just now need it, so a month at least) isn't worth the cost and experimentation.
And it doesn't kill me to haul it upstairs. Now, I routinely manage to ding my ankles carrying the tub of used litter down to the trash(>35 lbs!!! Steeper stairwell) but that's me.