Good on you.
adds another entry on the Long List of Why I Am Never Having Children
Very cool!
Whatever you do, don’t do a search for placenta teddy bear. :eek:
I would totally eat a placenta.
When else am I going to have the chance to eat human flesh with no legal or ethical repercussions?
Blech. It’s not like nice muscle meat, it’s more like kidneys and liver all together. If you like that sorta stuff. I don’t eat offal myself. There is the option to have it turned into pills these days, too. Ew.
I regret eating my placenta: I Regret Eating My Placenta - The New York Times
When am I going to learn? I think to myself “The mini-rants thread is one of the things that keeps me sane… except for all the sick cat stuff making me queasy.” And suddenly, the queasy gets ramped up to 11!
Hm. Well, it is Halloween Week. Extra squick just for you!
Damn it, why isn’t someone monetizing those placentas? Good Capitalists should be able to make a profit on this somehow!
:eek:
Hey, you could cut off one of your toes right now and chow down with no legal or ethical problems. Not that I’m recommending it, but if you really, really want the experience of eating human flesh…
Trust me, you are not the only one squicked out right now!
saje you and your friend are good and kind people. I hope that whatever kitty 12 has going on with her rump will heal quickly.
I gather you’re not very up to date on your beauty tips, then.
I’m much better able to handle broken kittens than I am birth-related talk (shudder). Cat is being picked up by her mother on Sat, and will be brought here Sun, and we’ll see what we have.
Are you kidding me? Placenta and, even more so, amnion are in high demand and amnion-based wound treatments are pretty damn pricey!
Of course, the donor never sees any of that money, because compensating the donor would be selling human organs.
Well, our pontoon boat is outa the water.
During my first attempt, I remembered how I noticed a problem with the trailer’s winch when I launched the boat in the spring and never thought about it since. So, I figured I’d oil/grease it and see if that worked, but it fell apart. Literally fell apart. So, one day spent removing the old winch and putting on a new one.
On my second attempt the battery was dead. We’d been using the boat weekly all summer, but most of September and October it just sat. So dead battery. Took it home to charge it.
Third attempt I got the boat running and puttered over to the ramp. It was windy, and there was a rough current. It took an hour of repeated approaches before the boat was “almost perfect” on the trailer. Almost isn’t good enough, so I got in the icy cold water and pushed the back of the boat sideways while my gf inched the trailer backwards. Success!!
This same sort of ordeal happens each October.
Last week, my niece’s boyfriend and baby-daddy, dead at age 20. Heroin OD.
This past spring, my husband’s niece, dead at age 34. Heroin OD.
This is small town America, not Needle Park. I’m talking
Missouri & Indiana.
It’s cheap. And easy to get.
…or medical…
The question you need to ask, dear coworker, is “do you have a car in the lot?” - to which the answer is no. When you ask, “do you drive?” the answer is yes. Because I do. That doesn’t mean I drove a car to work today.
Someone asks me this about once a week.
Many people are confuseded when they see someone walk to work.
I ordered a new hat from Amazon. It arrived a day early and I was happy. It looked just like the picture, very dashing looking so I was even happier. Even though I had measured my head according to the chart, it was much too big. OK, no problem, its Amazon so can be exchanged with no problem. I’ll just get the next smaller size.
Except the next smaller size in that color isn’t in stock. Again, no problem, I’ll just send it back for a refund and get a different hat. Its not like I have a shortage of hats to wear, so I won’t die over this.
I do the online thing and print out the return thingy, pack the hat back in the original box and packaging, seal it up and put it on the counter remind me to to drop it off tomorrow.
Missy, the rottenest cat in the world has just jumped on the forbidden counter for the third time to rip the tape off the box and claim the box as hers.
Can someone please remind me why I have cats? Cause that one is a total pain in the ass.
Haha, I have to put no-cat things in the closet with a neon stick-note on the door to remind me to get it.
Yaaaaay, Missy is feeling better! 