Yeah, that's what I thought. Then when I went to go buy another one a year later? No longer made. Like it never even existed. *poof*

Ugh--I got a great bra recently and was all excited, only to find it was a limited edition and none of their other bras fit right. Damn them!

Also disappointed because I went shopping and liked all these things at athleta, but they are expensive. And not on 40% off like everything at every other store. Boo!

Is Jackson death glare black cat or the Siamese?

He's the Siamese (mix, his mother looked like a Russian blue); death glare black cat is Molly.

Well, you understand the ramifications of this, yes?

Only to clinch the Cup or for an elimination game, you guys.

At least until October.

I see where your priorities are.

Sorry?

You're right, though. Am I going to wanna hang out in salt water with a bunch of open wounds? I will not.

Matt, I find that even funnier with the thankfully gone spraying. Looks so bewildered.

Loki was being a PITA so let him out at the witching hour. Mistake. I had to fetch him from yard across the street, howling. He never has crossed the street before. He's still being an ass.

I predict him thrown out of the room at five am.

Maybe next season?

Just put Hubby's old military history and plastic modeling magazines on eBay. I'd like to see a fair amount for them, but primarily I want them to go to people who will go "Oh, yes, cool!" instead of into the recycling bin. He dragged them around the world since the '70s, I'd like to see them appreciated.

Yeah, that's what I thought. Then when I went to go buy another one a year later? No longer made. Like it never even existed. *poof*

Oh, no! What a pain.

I feel a sudden urge to buy six dozen bras and horde them like a lingerie obsessed dragon. They'd make a more comfortable nest than gold.

I hope you find a good home for them, Connie. My sister and I had a similar issue with Dad's rock collecting supplies and the collection itself. Everything was so heavy we didn't see how anyone would be willing to pay shipping for it. Luckily the one cousin who bothered to come to the funeral was also an earth sciences teacher, and she was thrilled to take everything for her classroom.

I carried Melisa's stuff, what was left with me, around with me in 12 moves across three states and 20 years. I slowly let go of some of it, bit by bit. Two days ago, I dropped off her little Mission-style maple desk at the ASPCA thrift shop. She'd be happy the money from her desk will go to help the cats and dogs. I thought I'd cry, leaving it there, but I was relieved. There are still some small things, but that's the last of the large pieces that were hers. I'll keep a couple things that I can look at with fondness instead of sorrow, but it's time to pull it all out and give it to someone who can use it and enjoy it, instead of keeping it packed in boxes or sitting around holding bad memories.

Twenty years. Seems impossible. Man, she would have loved the Internet.