First off, I are a idiot. I got my mammogram and Prolia injection appointments mixed up, so no squishing today, and I missed my injection. D’oh!
Second, and more important, my sister just called: they found the scammers! They’re in Florida, so her local LE is sending everything to the cops there. I hope the scammers are still there when the local cops come a-knockin’.
Can one of you wise people help me out with something? I read that Louisiana follows the federal laws re: debit cards, and according to the FDIC and other sites, when a debit card user is scammed, that person is only liable for $50 or the total of the charges, whichever is LESS. I found this on several other sites as well. Yet I’ve always understood that debit card fraud means your money is gone for good. Anyone know?
WOW! The coolest thing just happened! I heard a loud rustling sound, and when I looked at the balcony, a big bluejay was sitting on the railing. He hopped down, inspected the potted plants, and flew off, a vivid blue streak among the trees. 
Oopsie, that’s a wonderful anecdote about monarch butterflies. It’s a clear sign you were born to be a monarch (of the ruling variety). The mountain I hiked most often in Wyoming always had a lot of them on the summit in June. Once one of them flew next to me for a full quarter-mile. By then I considered us friends and wanted to add him to my Christmas card list. Another time, one landed on my backpack strap and hitched a ride for several minutes.
shoe, I LOVED the “Gobble! Gobble!” story! I’m still smiling over it.
I shall spoiler this mammogram anecdote for the squeamish: Once when I had suspicious calcifications (Not cancer. That happened later.), I had to have a mammogram during pre-op to mark them. They were way up and deep enough that the techs had to pull the pec muscle into the mammo machine. Yeow. Then they left me like that for 30 minutes until the radiologist could get there to read the images. By that time I was crying. They then stuck in a long needle to mark the spot and sent me–in my hospital gown with the needle poking through the fabric–to the waiting room. After that, a regular mammogram hasn’t seemed quite as awful.
Help! I can’t see!
Ugh. That was awful. 