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So was it a luxury studio apartment, or a two bedroom apartment? It can't be both, at least, not to anyone using standard American English.

I hate the whole "Someone will be there between 1 and 5" bullshit of service calls. It's almost 3, and nothing. I have fudge and a pound cake to make, and I can't start either because the doorbell will ring at the precise moment that I can't answer it. I have to go down cellar to do laundry things and some picking up, and I can't do it because the doorbell will ring and I won't hear it. Ditto going out to pick tomatoes for supper. Come on, asshole. Just because I'm not working doesn't mean I don't have things to do.

Look, it could be worse. I could be bringing your bedpan - and throughout my career, I've always brought them chilled. (Just kidding - for you, room temperature. 😉)

Damn you, Mother Gothel, for being the most worthless villain ever.

Candle lit, fingers crossed, hoping for the best.

You shouldn't ask questions that you don't want answered.

Ah. The whole group of one thing.

I don't know whether to feel privileged that I have it, or grateful for being accommodated.

As long as you didn't read it as head cheese...

Date date, or just like have coffee and a few yucks with? I mean, there are people here that I think that it would be an absolute riot to hang with, but I have no interest in dating anybody, here or irl.

I don't know, but it sounds cute and original, as long as you're not prone to keloids.

Never mind. Fixed it. And I'll be off the floor just as soon as the grandkids remember to untie me.

fixing my icon and cover photo. What happened to the little thingies that we could use to center and adjust the size of the picture in the icon? And why will my cover picture not show up? Any help would be greatly appreciated. Also, I've fallen and I can't get up.

My first one was kind of awesome, in the old-fashioned sense of something that filled me with awe, but I was just 17, and I'd never seen a dead body, much less seen somebody become one. (I started working as a nurses' aide when I was in high school, so it was natural causes, not something traumatic.) I was probably awkward, but I didn't notice, because I was waiting for something mystic or spooky to happen.

Meh, once they croak, the only hassle is the paperwork. Just don't panic when they sigh.

I just hit options, then delete.

Apparently, unless an exception was made because it was so dull.

It was about the rennin- angiotensin / sodium relationship, but after I posted it, I realized I wasn't sure, and was too tired to look it up. And now I'm not caffeinated enough to care. It was pretty dull, anyway.

I feel your pain - I used to break out in hives during exams. The nursing boards was a 2-day itch fest. Good luck... you'll do well. You just won't enjoy any of it.

But are they free range, or raised in cages?

You sure she doesn't have connections to the Vatican? That sounds more like their style.

Yeah. I want to change my ice cream from vanilla to coffee.

With Dexter and DeeDee, I think the problem is I'm grandma, and their other grandma is a pushover. We adults usually split up so as to get done quicker, and the kids usually tag along with me in the vain hope that I will have morphed into an indulgent and obliging sort like the other one. I liked being the house where the kids came. It saved me from wondering what they were doing and with whom.

Happy birthday 🎂🍻!

Yes, actually this. I'd forgotten about the joy of grocery shopping with an adolescent vegetarian.