The aggression is scary, but the looping will wear you DOWN. I don’t know how my mom does it, except that I think that if it were my husband of over 50 years, I’d do anything for him. 

The fifth one is male, so therefore automatically more valuable.

Like he would. You just know he left birth control up to the woman.

It’s also called “perseveration”, when the patient asks the same question over and over and over again, despite having asked it just a few moments ago. My dad does this a lot. Sometimes it seems like I’ve just finished the answer when he asks me again.

She wasn’t even up that much. 19 pounds, she says, tops. 40 pounds on her frame would have been way, way more noticeable. She was recovering from an eating disorder, FFS. I thought she looked fine.

Getting there! I got halfway through, and then life outside the house intervened. I might take some time off -- when I have enough accrued -- and work on it some more. Throwing things away is so liberating!

I’m so sorry for your loss. My husband died of swine flu in 2009; it was awful to watch. *hug*

I’m peppering this all over the comments to this article, but I really do feel strongly about it: My husband worked second shift, can in contact with very few people and almost no children, and still died of swine flu in 2009. The strain you do get protected against might be the one that would otherwise kill you or…

Maybe not, but what if it protects you or someone else from the strain that would otherwise kill them? My husband died of swine flu in 2009. He didn’t get vaccinated because we couldn’t find it. If he had, if someone else had, I might not have become a widow at 41.

It’s not all about you. You can be a carrier without getting sick. My husband and I played those odds in 2009 during H1N1 epidemic. We both got sick. I was mildly inconvenienced. He died after 7 weeks in the hospital, 6.5 of those in a coma.

It was the case in 2009 for the H1N1 vaccine. My husband and I couldn’t find it. We didn’t get vaccinated. He got H1N1 and died. Get your shot.

I tried and failed. *hangs head*

Your arrows are so much cheaper than mine...

Depression. It’s often depression.

I mostly just have the bow, arrows, hip quiver, string, stringer, wax, glove, and armguard. It sounds like a lot, but it really isn’t. Everything after “arrows” fits in a small bag. I stick sunscreen and baby wipes in there, too; I pretty much only shoot outside. We aren’t allowed any sights or mounted stabilizers;…

Yeah, me too. I need a new armguard -- most of the time I don’t wear one, but when I get a good slap I wear one to let the bruise heal. I have the leatherworking skills; I just need to find the time to make one and make myself a back quiver, because I am both picky and cheap.

I just started in July. I’m in the SCA, so we use traditional bows and wooden arrows. I still kind of suck, but I’m having the BEST TIME. Go you! Shoot all the (appropriate and downrange) things!

I lived in a triple my freshman year at military college. The *only* reason one of my roommates didn’t get the beatdown she so richly deserved was because my assistant squad leader specifically told me, in so many words, that I wasn’t allowed to hit her. I spent a significant amount of time wondering if that also…

The name of the new season is “My Roanoke Nightmare”. It’s not like the fact that it’s about Roanoke is a secret.

Okay? They didn’t have it at my high school, either. They didn’t have fencing at all. I learned this as a big grownup person, already out of college (where I did Olympic-style fencing). If you want to fence melee or one-on-one with parry weapons and bucklers, and have a great time doing it, look up the SCA. It’s just…