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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
David, I'm sorry about your day, but I'm glad your hip is better. Tell your phone to shape up.
The rooster story is the Best Thing Ever, and Zen, I so hope you (or she) will let me (or some writer) use it in a book one day because it's perfect.
So if I start posting a lot more here now, with inanities such as "The dog just wagged his tail in his sleep OH MY GOD SO CUTE!", well, you've been warned.
This. Facebook fills me with dread and anxiety now. And I have enough without it already.
Hafla?
Belly dancing ... thing. I'm pretty sure my working definition is not accurate, so I won't give it, but I have been assured it's a low pressure performance thing.
Bummer, Zen! Is this the one that survived the washing machine?
Then President Obama had to go make me cry again with awarding the medal to Joe Biden. Well, actually it was Joe that brought on the tears.
ION, my eldest son actually started a job today. It has been years since he worked for anyone but me (and that was parental charity). It is working for a friend's business. Perfectly fits in with the rest of the people there with his overgrown beard and tie-dye shirts and sandals. Phone tech stuff. Hours are 10-6 so he doesn't have to get up in the dark. Crossing digits that he lasts. He needs some success.
Then President Obama had to go make me cry again with awarding the medal to Joe Biden. Well, actually it was Joe that brought on the tears.
That was beautiful. It's been so nice having an administration that I not only respect, but admire. I took that for granted after the first 4 years.
The rooster story is the Best Thing Ever, and Zen, I so hope you (or she) will let me (or some writer) use it in a book one day because it's perfect.
If I ever get back in touch with her, I'll ask if she minds!
Bummer, Zen! Is this the one that survived the washing machine?
Yes! So unfair, the poor thing.
ION, my eldest son actually started a job today.
Yay! May he succeed!
Ooh, good luck to him Laura!!
Go, son of Laura!
Poor lost Fitbit.
Ah, yes, I can tell the decongestant was working by how much it sucks when it wears off.
Zen, the Fitbit site suggests some Bluetooth tracker apps that might help you locate your Fitbit: [link]
Timelies all!
Yay for your son, Laura!
Belly dancing ... thing. I'm pretty sure my working definition is not accurate, so I won't give it, but I have been assured it's a low pressure performance thing.
Cool.
Go, Laura's son!
I have a date, but had plenty of time to come home after work, and now predictably I don't want to go back out.