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The sun goes up, the sun goes down, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and fuggs is fuggs. She's a wonderful touchstone of constancy in a world in flux. And I'd rather hear her plans for dancing on Dylann Roof's grave than see her post nudes or her tongue full of klonopin

Troll on, baby!

God, now I know I'm in rough shape - I don't even feel like arguing. Thanks, Viper - I'm just going to appreciate the sentiment behind your suggestion and let it go at that.

wacky1980[/member] <3 And <3 to all you guys.

Drinking

Thanks for the support, guys - I may not know your names or faces, but you mean a lot to me, and it helps more than you know to know you're behind me.

It's been kind of a shitty weekend. I had a CT scan last week - I've been having a lot of issues with my gut since Thanksgiving, to the point where I've lost about 25 lbs. Got the results Friday, and it looks like I'm going to be gone for a while - I have a large mass in my abdomen that in all probability is ovarian cancer. (All right, so it is ovarian cancer, I just kind of keep hoping, despite the fact that I have a copy of the of the CT report and have read over it several times, that it's just a really big-ass cyst). Anyway, things are going to get crazy starting today. I have some more testing to be done, there's a lot of paperwork to take care of , and I have to pack myself and the cats to travel on Tuesday - I can't see the specialist I need to or get the surgery done in my immediate area, so I'm going to be staying with one daughter (the cats are going to the other daughter's) - since they live where said specialist would be available. And hopefully, by this time in a week or 10 days, I'll be post-op. Got to say, I'm basically pretty terrified. The diagnosis sucks to begin with, and although it's either stage III or IV, they don't do the actual staging until they do the surgery and biopsy lymph nodes and such, so I don't know whether I'm looking at fair-to-middling or dismal as an outcome. (Good, as far as I could tell, is not generally an option) So, do me a favor - if you believe in anything, say a prayer, light a candle, sacrifice a goat, or just cross your fingers for me; I'm going to need all the help I can get. See you on the other side, wherever that might be.

I follow your reasoning, but your statement of it is a bit awkward. If I were you, I'd try to make the presentation a little smoother, so that it sounds better in court. Unless, of course, you'll be pleading diminished capacity, in which case, it's probably fine.

They're not hard to make (as long as you've mastered the dough), they're just tedious.

And a restraining order is just about taking a break from the relationship...

Whenever. Thanks.

If this is one of your standard lines, it's not only no wonder that you can't get a date, it's a wonder that you haven't been arrested.

I used to put mushrooms or sauerkraut in mine sometimes- Grandma was never impressed, but she didn't complain when I'd take her some.

Could I please have my Thunder Goddess rank back ? In dark purple or dark green?

Dammit, now I want pierogi, and I'm too damn lazy to make it.

Actually, no - I'm waiting until I'm eligible for Medicare, because they have some pretty good supplemental plans. My step brother did, though, the day he turned 55, and goes off every morning for his free cup of Dunkin. I'd rather pay, and get a decent cup at the local 7-11 equivalent, where they've got good coffee.

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You called?

Shut up, you whippersnappers, and get off the lawn. (Pulls out AARP card and heads to Dunkin for old person's free cup of coffee.)

All of my recipes are from my Polish grandmother, and I'll bet that if we sat down and compared them, they'd be more alike than different.

Hot damn - learn something every day.

Huh. I thought knishes were Yiddish.

Whoa - you had me worried there. Besides, my money's on Charles Manson for first celeb death of 2017.

Funny, sounds almost like Brooklyn - "The woild is your erster."

That's only crazy if you plan on building a working model.