Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Small happy thing in my world. I got a low interest home equity line of credit and I am paying off all my debt and my property taxes for this year and will be doing some small projects on the house.
The interest rate is at minimum 50% lower than any of my cards. And it can never go up more than 1% a year.
Well done, msbelle.
That's great, msbelle.
Hello, Buffistas. To quote Crowley, I'm back.
Nicely done, msbelle!
Hey Zen!
Hi Laura! That was an adventure. Turns out I'm a dummy, but I needed a new password anyway.
Hello, Buffistas. To quote Crowley, I'm back.
I can see that. (I just had to provide the response.)
I'm not doing the dance.
Hey Zen!
Dylan's favorite uncle died in his sleep last night. He'd been hospitalized all last week due an autoimmune issue with his lungs that had led to a slow decline over the past several years and had just gone into hospice care. The timing was such that people were able to say goodbye, either by FaceTime/email or in person, which I know felt like a blessing to Dylan since both his parents' deaths were sudden and unexpected.
So we've been thinking and talking about death a lot of late, which somehow on Saturday evening led to us singing "Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me" to as many tunes as we could think of, all while laughing hysterically.
After which Dylan sat down and wrote a perfectly beautiful farewell email, very loving and full of wry humor, telling Uncle Warren how much he'd meant to him and been his example for the kind of husband, father, and human being he wanted to be, so I guess we needed that.