Have you been drinking?
:dubious:
I take the Fifth. No ----- wait ----- already had the Fifth. Well, then pass me a beer then. 
That must be the jiggery-pokery Scalia was going on about. :dubious:
Better than giraffes I guess. (Warning: inappropriate video)
Tonight’s discovery is that Facebook is a depression trigger for me. Must severely limit my time there. But then I started on a new story and I feel better now.
Horribly close.
Mooom, it’s been 18 years since I last cohabitated with a cat on a regular basis, but when I switch the closets around for fall and winter, there’s a dark grey wool shawl and a black cashmere dress coat that I usually find a white feline hair in, despite having dry cleaned them over the years. Figaro and Domino will never quite leave me as long as I keep those two items. 
doggio, the men’s game against Guatemala Friday had SIL and I tied up in traffic for about half an hour. That, the holiday and a Sounds game had downtown backed up almost to the burbs.
I went to rehearsal for a number that I’m performing with the heathen children’s choir this month. They’re great kids, but rehearsing with them was like herding cats.
I once had the experience of washing some stuff at a non-cat-owning friend’s home, putting it in a suitable piece of luggage that closed completely, taking it home, then to another destination without opening it while at home.
I found cat hair on the contents of that luggage.
The only conclusion I can draw that fits the known facts is that cats can shed through luggage.
Sounds like driving in Atlanta. That sucks. But good on ya for being a cat herder.
When I hadd Maggie and Lucretia D. Hellcatt, the cat hair was always on the tops of the furniture, and the dog hair only was on the floor. Even the hair hated each other.
We must be aging. We’re actually watching the Weather Channel (“Strangest Weather on Earth”).