So my grandmother's just gone into hospice, and I just hope she dies. Which sounds so terrible to say
That's doesn't seem like a terrible thing to say. A lingering, drawn-out death is not something I'd wish on anyone.
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So my grandmother's just gone into hospice, and I just hope she dies. Which sounds so terrible to say
That's doesn't seem like a terrible thing to say. A lingering, drawn-out death is not something I'd wish on anyone.
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A lingering, drawn-out death is not something I'd wish on anyone.
True, true.
I've never tried birch beer. Is it a regional thing?
It's not very different from Sarsaparilla?
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Ha, thanks Jesse. I hadn't read that one yet. I particularly liked,
"Some days, without warning, I will surprise you with a painful reminder of a lost loved one that you weren't prepared for at all."
I am however still torn.
I've had artisanal birch beer at a Ren Faire. The concession stand were specialists and had birch beer, sassafras, sarsparilla, and blends and offered a tasting flight. I believe the birch beer was my favorite, but now I'm not sure - it was October before last and while I remember the experience pretty well, remembering which flavor was which ingredient is beyond me.
Alex Petri will help you with the Facecbook issue
Whew!
I have decided to be unconcerned about Facebook. I'm full of fatalistic despair about privacy anyway, and fed up with being told it's my responsibility as a consumer to direct the invisible hand of the market instead of regulatory mechanisms just making rules. And I'm not even the consumer in this case, I'm a cow on the feedlot. I could go and forage for myself but I like my herd. As it were.
I have decided to be unconcerned about Facebook. I'm full of fatalistic despair about privacy anyway, and fed up with being told it's my responsibility as a consumer to direct the invisible hand of the market instead of regulatory mechanisms just making rules.
THIS. Also, if I quit Facebook, my mother would have a cow.
It's all about cows.
-t is entirely right.
On the Internet, nobody knows you're a cow.
On the Internet, nobody knows you're a cow.
Or that you've given birth to one.