Question: Can you get arrested for dumping potting soil around bushes and shrubs in your apartment complex? Asking for a friend.
Oh, no. That must be upsetting for sentimental reasons alone. I lost my mom’s wedding ring when I was about 6. I asked if I could try it on and then managed to drop it down the drain when the water was running. I still feel bad about it. (Mom was handy with tools and did check the trap.) I’ll nudge St. Anthony for you.
Are you sure it was a Happy Meal and not a Stabby Meal? It sounds…sinister.
Aww. Dogs live for little blessings like this, don’t they?
Oh, my gosh, TOO funny! I’m definitely going to share this with my son and DIL. I’m glad Bella conked out. Once on the train from Seattle, I sat in front of a lady who kept talking to “Sara.” “Are you sleepy, Sara?” "Are you going to take a nap, Sara? “Do you like being in your cage, Sara?” Sara, it turned out, was her cat in a carrier, and the lady, it turned out, was drunk. She talked to everyone who went by. “Look! This bottle of brandy was full when I got on the train!” “I always get drunk when I’m going home to Centralia.” “Ask me anything about trains!” FINALLY she said, “Guess I’ll put on my headphones and watch a movie.” Whew! Uh, no. “La-AH-ah-la-dah-DUM!” She sang, loudly and off-key, to the background music.
Moral: Sara should have given her suspect cheese.
Sure! I got these. They say they’re for cats, but they work for squirrels, too. If one of 'em screams at you, it’s Norman. Tell him I found his peanut.
Whoa. Pretzel steals hooch. Spot steals mint. Sounds like Mumper pets are planning to open their own bar. (Holy crap. Autocorrect turned bar to bra.)
See above. I thought the rain would kind of blend it into the soil. It didn’t.
The recipe notes say that most people think they were named after the bomber, but they really were named after the music group. 
Oh, my gosh, I still have 21 posts to go in order to be caught up. I’ll have to post again later.