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Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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.
Cass, that's infuriating. I would just want to rest my head against a convenient wall and scream.
I grabbed a dry lavender soda, spiked it and am just crying. I so wanted to at least let Mom's stuff have another life. Barring the valuables, I can let mine go. But knowing I am seriously just trashing everything now after carefully but quickly going through it is wrecking me.
The worst if that I only want to talk to her. She'd probably say to let most of it go, mourn and little and move on. But I need to hear it from her because I don't believe it myself. I don't even think I have the box of things for Buffistas who knew her.
{{{{{Cass}}}}} I'm so sorry. That's just terrible.
I'm sorry, Cass. Everything takes on more meaning when the person it belonged to is no longer with us.
I'm so sorry, Cass. And, Maria that's a lot to deal with right now.
Oh, Cass. That's awful.
I'm sorry, Cass. That's too much.
I hope that the meds and diet adjustment helps you feel better, Maria.
it was just a very basic chicken salad but with leftover duck shredded instead of chicken. Today's was just mayo and relish because I didn't want to do any chopping.
I think I have a duck breast in the freezer. I should try this, maybe over the weekend. Thanks!
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{{{Cass}}}
I have ordered groceries to pick up tomorrow, among them Luna bars, so I should be less complainy on that particular subject for a while.
Cass, that sounds annoying as all hell.
Maria, I'm so so sorry! But don't fight the medicine, if it's what you need it will help you! Doesn't mean you have to stay on it forever.
I, meanwhile, am the asshole who backed up into a guy's parked motorcycle and tipped it over. A couple days after losing my license and having to order a new one, so couldn't show him that. Got so flustered between that, and having the puppy in the car on a hot day that I gave him all my info (insurance, contact info) and then left. Like an idiot. Didn't take pics, didn't get HIS info, nothing. BRAIN. Today was a really long stressful day at work, and now I just don't want to do anything (and the puppy was being an asshole last night and did not let me get almost ANY sleep, he KEPT waking up). So I shall also join the ranks of stressed and depressed, here. UGH. And I feel bad because I know the poor guy whose motorcycle I hit is having a much worse day.
ETA: Should I call my insurance and say "hey I hit a guy's motorcycle but I don't know who he is and I didn't take any photos and I don't know whether he'll contact you"?? (He said he'd get it checked out and call me)