Well, we do now know that there is water on Mars...

She isn’t waking you up at 0420 for pets... ;-)

They will miss it. Because they won’t ask for directions.

I’m named after my aunt (H has a C), and my same aunt has a daughter named after my mom (C has an H). And we lived next door to each other when I was growing up. And my cousin H is one of my best friends, and our mother’s are best friends. And my grandfather’s dad married a C, and when she died he married her sister…

I am living this, but I’m 45. I have been “Cat” for my entire life. I do not like “Cat” so have chosen a variation, but when literally everyone you know calls you one thing, it is near impossible to change at this late date. I’ve been trying for years. Hell, I still call myself Cat. :-/

Totally the best. One year (third grade) my birthday was on the first day of school. I hate my birthday (pretty much any holiday, really), so I was able to get out of the class singing that shitty fucking birthday song to me because no one knew. But I relished pencils, new paper, the clothes, the smell...everything…

Summer sucks. I’m with you on that all the way. PNW autumn is the absolute best. Man-friend wants me to move to Arizona from Portland and I’m all hell no! When I’m hot I’m an admitted lazy bitch. He wouldn’t like me anymore.

Their family members (well...mothers and sisters, because fathers and brothers are propably cool with it, amirite?) should tell them to fuck off.

In the 70’s (I’m an old), I went to Catholic school and it was Mrs. this and Sister that. I called most neighbors my Mr. or Mrs., but these days I take the lead when I introduce my daughter to someone and ask what they prefer to be called. No one ever said Mr. or Mrs. except the anal-retentive, control-freak parents…

Oooh! Oooh! The three of them were in it together, and a really good lawsuit was their ultimate end game!

Pfft. I only speak American.

Don’t you know Hawai’i isn’t in America?

Fixed it for you.

Ooh! Oooh! Can I come, too?!

Le sigh. It’s only funny when you are 20. When you have had an oophrectomy, hysterectomy, and c-section its called...well, any-day-that-ends-in-y.

They had to let him go, or else 008th-grader would replace him.

Wondering aloud if the parents of the other children in the school can sue for reckless endangerment because they failed to evacuate the school, when they were so sure that there was an explosive device they arrested a student...

Seems to be the consensus...

Oooh...I will! Thank you!

Man-friend said I could schedule our free time, so between you and The Noble Renard I am totally set! Thank you from the bottom of my currently-at-work-but-not-working-because-I’m-googling-everything heart!