Just saw this:

What, they don't make tuna-flavored medicine?

Yes, they do. After his kidney transplant, Arthur's liquid meds were tuna-flavored. On the other hand, we had to get those meds from a compounding pharmacy.

Not that it helped a whole lot. At best, his attitude toward meds were, "Okay, you got me. Get it over with. Unless I'm able to spit something out."

My sister's car is mad for mint. She'll try to steal your gum if you're not careful.

I love this typo.

Susan, that's where I had my echo last summer. I find the campus confusing.

Best wishes for surgery Susan (OK, I'm late ... it's probably over and done with ... but it's the thought that counts, right?)

And welcome back zuisa.

And, in my ongoing attempts to bring a little light into the darkness that is life these days, I offer the best astronaut photo ever.

And, for Jilli and any other goth coming by, the same page had a link to the goth chicken.

Buffista Island? The listing says there's room to add guest cabins. [link]

An island in the UP? Here's what it would look like in the winter: [link]

GOTH CHICKEN.

I feel like I should have more to say, about anything, really, but ...

GOTH CHICKEN.

LOL, Tom.

But Tom, the caretaker comes with the island. So no need to worry.

Not that it helped a whole lot. At best, his attitude toward meds were, "Okay, you got me. Get it over with. Unless I'm able to spit something out."

Yeah, my second try at the thyroid meds for Hazel was a fish-flavored "treat," which she would eat every so often, but not reliably. Now we're on the transdermal.

Slinky is annoyed by the transdermal thyroid meds, but she tolerates it, unlike trying to give her a pill. That is a suicide mission.