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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.

Although, on reflection, I think that infants are worse. Maybe because we're hardwired to respond to that particular cry of distress.

Yes, toddlers seem to have a gift for finding the exact pitch that makes the bones in your skull vibrate. And the way that they can sustain it is amazing - there's a technique, I think it's called circular breathing, used by wind players to achieve that kind of duration. It requires a certain amount of practice, but toddlers seem to use it reflexively. Science should investigate this.

The son in law and I were doing the grocery shopping yesterday with Dexter and DeeDee in tow. It was a trying experience; it never ceases to amaze me how many shit products are endorsed by Mario, Pokemon, and the Disney princesses. About the time my jaw had ratcheted into permanent "No!" mode, we passed a woman with a haggard expression on her face and a screaming infant strapped to her chest. The son in law shook his head, and said, "you know, I'm not sure which is worse - having them like that or running around." An interesting question. If you have kids, what is the worst age group to go shopping with? If you don't, what is the least possible to tolerate? For myself, it's toddlers - they're both loud and mobile, and you can't buy them off easily. Even if you confine them to the cart,their little tentacles can shoot out to ten times their normal length and sweep a shelf full of pickle jars to the floor. (Need I specify glass? It's no fun if they don't shatter.) But that's just my opinion. What's yours?

@TrigunBebop

2 scoops of vanilla ice cream hot fudge peanut butter topping chopped peanuts whipped cream

I'd be more interested in what the Vatican has in the vaults. It's not as if there's anything at Area 51 now anyway.

I'm sick of waking up with a headache.

Your hypocrisy is showing.

Most of the Karens I knew couldn't afford Starbucks. Coffee didn't seem to be as popular as betel nut, anyway.

Burma is not exactly a major hub for car design, and it's hard to design cars when you're living in a refugee camp.

Go talk to your voices.

Bigot. Ignorant, self-centered bigot. You see a funny language name, and don't know why someone might take offense at you blatantly treating it as a possible source of jokes. Yet you're the one screaming about racism and oppression when you feel you've been wronged. Google Karen. I doubt that you have the capacity for embarrassment or shame, but at least you'll be less ignorant.