You have other places you might learn about duck necrophilia?

Disturbingly, yes.

Timelies all!

{{Maria and SO}} Fuck toxic masculinity, indeed.

I think it happens more often on Ancestry than 23.

Ah, I'm not sure which site or sites the people I know who found family were using. I hope it ends up being a positive experience for you, Sophia.

I have a foster kitten again for the first time in a year! Yay!!

yay!!

Warning, rant incoming:

Fuck you, asshole dog owner who won't keep his dog on a leash on a public walking trail. Motherfucker, the proper response to "Is this your dog? He just scared the crap out of me by running up behind me and growling," is NOT "Awww, he's super friendly!" The proper response is "OMG, I'm so sorry, I'll get him on his leash immediately."

And then I took an alternate route back, just to avoid them, and who comes bounding out of the bushes, just dying to make friends? Dog follows me right out into the street, and a car has to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting him.

Some humans are just too goddamn stupid to be entrusted with the care and feeding of an animal.

(post toasties)

Disclaimer: I know several Buffista dog owners who are lovely and responsible people, and I have even met one or two Buffista dogs, who are, as far as I can tell, well behaved and charming canine citizens.

I do not wish to tar all canine caretakers with the same profanity-laden brush. I am simply venting about an unnerving and unsettling experience.

{{{Maria and SO}}} And, yes, fuck toxic masculinity, and please, please un-fuck all the should-have-been-better lives it touches and damages or ends.

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Matilda's second year at the magical, incredible sleepaway camp has ended horribly -- she's one of five kids diagnosed this afternoon with hand, foot and mouth disease. They were all quarantined in an office far away from everyone else and families had to go pick them up and get them away from the rest of the campers ASAP. And of course we don't have a car, and Hec is out of town doing long tense Giappetta meetings and utterly at the mercy of other people's calendars and I leave for Reno tomorrow to help my mom while she has and then recovers from hip replacement surgery.

So EM heroically drove her gentleman friend's SUV all the way up to camp a couple of hours ago, signed Matilda out and has now bunked down with her at a motel in town, to leave tomorrow morning when it's light again (the roads are very twisty and completely unlit). She said Matilda and Emmett were both sobbing, and then the rest of the counselors started sobbing and all Matilda's tentmates started sobbing, and then EM cried along with all the rest of them.

We are so beyond lucky to have her in our lives and I can never repay her for this goodness, but I am heartbroken for Matilda and for Emmett. And for Hec, stuck way far away in a different time zone and unable to help any more than me. And I still have to leave tomorrow, and if I so much as stop off along the way to say hello the surgeons won't let me take care of my mom because at 76 she's on an incredibly strict infection control protocol.

Everyone is a poor noodle and I hurt for all of them!

Oh, JZ, that's awful. My heart goes out to all involved, and I hope Matilda's recovery is swift and complete.

Oh, JZ, that sucks. I'm glad you all have your family of all the kinds to help. You guys made all that & everyone is better for it.

I need to...boast?bewilder?comment?marvel? on how fucking patient & zen the last couple of weeks have made me. My parents rearranged my fridge while I was at the pool. In the past, this would...chafe, to say least. I was grateful (even though I got ribbing for having 6 bottles of the same dressing because I forget when shopping & have the Great Depression gene.) And my dad has disappeared into my basement several times for an hour & I have no idea what he's doing & even though it's a disaster, I'm just like, eh? I know my mom swept the stairs & to the washer because she opted to go barefoot & I haven't cleaned the floors down there in years. I always worse shoes. Eh, I meant to, now I don't need to. They wanted to do something.

And dad fixed the sometimes slow shower drain & who knows what the fuck else.

I've had my moments, mom's deteriorating memory & anxiety is still a thing,but...I'm getting to be a better daughter. Better me.

Even if I still need to run away to swim/explore to take a break.