I talked to my sister–the one who’s afraid of SIL. She was appalled by what SIL said to me. It’s always nice talking to her because she’s such a sunny soul. I always say her genes look like smiley faces.
A donut counts if you’ll eat it shortly.
Oh, I know that. My dogs were full-time nappers and became quite expert at it. The problem is that Max doesn’t know it. If his person is out for 10 minutes, he starts crying and barking, which naturally annoys the others in her building. I’ve talked to her several times about introducing him to her absences incrementally, but she won’t do it. Ah, well.
Aw, he’s trying to protect you. Attaboy, Monkey!
Oh, my word. If cats start having raves, we’re in trouble. First come the raves, then the catnip parties, and then the gang violence, with cats wearing tiny leather jackets that say “Another one bites the dust” and a graphic of a dead mouse.
Here come the cats like a bat out of hell
Some mouse gets in our way,
Some mouse don’t feel so well!
pilot, a belated Happy Birthday! Sorry I missed it. You’ll have to celebrate all over again.Next year I’ll hire the entire Air force band to play “Up in the Air, Junior Birdmen!”
I read once that those commercials showing an older couple dancing on a cruise, hiking with a dog in the woods, etc. actually use people in their 40s or 50s who are prematurely grey or who wear wigs. I guess AI is putting those people out of work.
And you would be spot on, you clever person, you. She really does have some form(s) of mental illness. She had a horrific childhood one that would make Lemony Snickets orphans look pretty lucky. Unfortunately, she absolutely refuses to get therapy. She’s afraid of having to relive everything and besides, nothing’s really wrong with her (she thinks). And your line about my brother is also true, but he says he signed up for this and isn’t quitting. (She honestly wouldn’t last a week without him.)
That’s a good idea. I’ll have to remember that! Thanks much.
I listened to it. It’s very lively with a great beat. Very energizing, too. I can see why you’d love it.
I bet it’s available in a tee shirt. I’d want something I could point to in public. Pointing to the undies (mine or someone else’s) might make me a target at Target.
Did you know that 10 years ago, Variety erroneously announced Terry Gilliam’s death? Gilliam, who was about to go on tour, posted on social media, “I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING DEAD, especially to those who bought tickets for the upcoming talks but Variety has announced my demise. Don’t believe their retraction and apology!”
I long thought that if I were going to have an epitaph, it’d be, “My, you look nice today! New shoes?” but it might be better to have “I’m not dead yet!” it’s probably been done.