Plausible. It's only Excel that complains. I'll take a look at your link tomorrow and see if I can understand it well enough to tell if that's my problem. Thanks, Kalshane!

You're welcome. It's much less common in newer versions of Excel as it was in earlier ones (which had much lower limits), but it still happens. Excel in general has lots of weird issues. Sometimes simply copying and pasting the contents of one workbook into a brand new one will fix a problematic file.

Oh, yeah, I do a fair amount of that.

Picked up parents, took em to dinner (Blue Pit, mom was excited about BBQ) and got to sit outside and enjoy the last of the balmy weather. Supposed to be kinda stupid tomorrow, so might take them for a wander through Second Chances and a bit of a driving tour. Gotta figure out stuff to do, cause I kinda haven't had a chance. OH! I need to call DPW in the morning and see if we can score a tour of the filtration plant. (Only my family...)

I use My Fitness Pal - when I was doing menu planning for one of the houses I work at, I loved the feature where you put in the ingredients of a recipe, tell it how many servings in the dish, and it would give the calorie count. Very useful for the person on a strict calorie limit.

Yesterday, carpal tunnel. Today, credit card fraud. I'm taking bets on what tomorrow will bring.

I learned not to ask that sort of question after walking along a wooded area at night (car wouldn't start after closing at the mall) I found myself in a police helicopter spotlight during a manhunt for a serial rapist/murderer. I may have screamed a challenge to the woods.

(Only my family...)

Nope. Mine, too.

Jesus, aurelia, seriously? Damn.

This is why I like to think of tomorrow as a gray fog of impenetrable possibility. Actual concrete possibilities are pretty scary.

Yeah, when I was 20.

Wow, aurelia! Also, good on you screaming to the woods.

The neckline was lovely, and she has fantastic breasts, but I wonder if she knew her boobs would be center stage (literally.)

The cleavage was admirable and would have made a lovely background were it not for the gloves on/off repeatedly to message someone on her phone. If she were my daughter she would get a talking to about manners.

cold pizza and hot coffee:

Need to limit FB time. My brother and several other of my Trumpster friends really and truly believe that we are in for a surprise and the polls are all lies and Trump will win. They are ripe for buying into the rigged thing hook, line, and sinker.

So wait, you people are not talking about HRC's breasts, right? I wasn't sure.