Yes Jessica.

Yay Dana!

The weirdest thing happened to me last night. I have 2 cases of cat food delivered from Amazon. The last set was delivered a few weeks ago, but I stupidly left it on my porch for a couple of days and it disappeared. It is Fancy Feast Tender Liver and Chicken Feast.

Last night I went to my corner store because I had no cat food and they had 2 cases of Fancy Feast Tender Liver and Chicken Feast, which they had never carried before!

Someone stole my cat food and sold it to the bodega! I asked him and he said the person said their cat died and traded it for beer.

Wow Sophia, that's hella sketch!!

Jesse get going!! ...that depresses me because I have a whole day of work to do and haven't started yet.

Allow me to echo meara's "Wow, Sophia". Enterprising thief, but dang.

I did about 3 minutes of work this morning and that is IT. Ok, I'll check e-mails, but the only thing I'm on my computer for is school or goofing off.

Many moons ago, in a Dungeons & Dragons game I was running, Hubby was running a Gully Dwarf (the low-rent version of Dwarf that the other Dwarves consider terribly hickish). It was the standard meet-up in a tavern, and Hubby introduces his character by having him stroll up to the bar with a bag full of wiggling somethings. He looks up at the bartender, reaches into the bag, pulls out one of the somethings and says "Cat for beer?"

Wow Sophia, that's hella sketch!!

Wow indeed!

I'm sitting here miserable because I keep having to do work when I really need to be doing holiday prep. Not a happy camper.

I think I shall go to the fancy grocery store tonight to watch the chaos and get some deviled eggs and snacks for tomorrow, when I shall spend all day in my robe and work on jigsaw puzzles.

Sophia, that's kinda hilarious.

A little ~ma please, for my dad who had a gall bladder attack last night and has been admitted to the hospital. He's on antibiotics for now, and they're hoping they won't have to do surgery, but they've taken him off his blood thinners, just in case, and they're not letting him eat.

~ma for your dad, Sue.

Jess, get the hell out of there. My rule is 15 minutes.

Sophia, I'm laughing, but damn...

Suzi, I hope Jack is a perfect gentleman all weekend.

But I don't get her and Tom and Nora for Thanksgiving, sadly.

Amy, you can come here for Thanksgiving. Seriously. Two turkeys, stuffing, mashed potatoes, vegetables, wild rice, candied yams, pumpkin loaf, and at least 8 pumpkin pies. Plus us. We do dinner, not lunch.

(That offer is open to anyone who can make it to PA by 6ish tomorrow, btw.)

Sophia, did you offer to trade not reporting the stolen goods on the shelf for two cases of cat food?

Health~ma for your dad, Sue.