That does it! I need to open a bar with broad wooden tables and plate/cup holders on the sides for beer and nibblies where people can come and just play board games. :)

I live in a food desert in the midwest, and I’d still rather go to Taco Bell across the street.

Plus, the things they must hear! They must be DYING to share details of all the insanity, but can’t.

That’s funny -- as I was reading this, as a childless single, I was thinking huh, you know, I’d never force my dog, even, to go to someone when he didn’t want to. It’s his choice, the more he has a choice, the more comfortable and confident he is. Even if he’s on the floor, all snoozy and warm and cuddly, I’ll go over…

Same here. I try to just do the friendly smile and wave thing to make it clear that hey, it’s fine, you can pass me by. And pipe up the moment the parent says, “did you thank AdeleT for the gift?” with a peppy “Yep! He did!” Basically, because I hated all that so much, I do my best to make sure any kid has an out.…

And what would have been less polite about just saying, “Say hello to this person” and requiring that you make eye contact and say hello? There is absolutely no useful reason to make a child physically touch another person. Interact, speak with, yes, but touch? Nope. That isn’t indulgence.

And one of the reasons I always hated going to church (Catholic) was the handshake of peace or whatever. When I was younger, it was expected that for kids it was a hug. No way did I want strangers hugging me. I endured it, but tried to avoid it by just not making eye contact, and to this day avoid church for that…

I had a boyfriend once do that to me... I was so infuriated I could have burned down the world. He never understood. You keep your fucking hands OFF ME unless I personally invite you, bro.

Is “boardgames” a euphamism for something? Or do I need to immediately open a bar where you can meet up with other strangers and play board games?

I can say this for it.. it was better than “Kevin Can Wait.” Which says almost exactly nothing.

Lost Pet

I stood by your bed last night
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you,
I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking…

I rescued a human today.

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels.
I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.

I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in…

I am so, so very sorry. I had to let go of my beloved pup at 13 and 1/2 on August 25. It will take time for it to feel better — I’m not there yet. One thing I suggest is let go and talk about her all the time, to anyone and everyone. You’ll be amazed by how many people you’ll discover really understand how you feel,…

Gotta get yourself some pedialyte to have on hand for Nov. 8th. It’ll be a long night, and pedialyte helps prevent a hangover. :o)

Has anyone tried the dark brown of this? I usually go with a darker brown because I’m very pale and tend to look like I’m going for a Vampira look if I don’t take the edge off a bit. But nothing is worse than ordering a dark brown (like, espresso) liner and it shows up bronze or dark tan.

Has anyone tried the dark brown of this? I usually go with a darker brown because I’m very pale and tend to look…

That is an excellent couch, and you should tell that couch it’s a very good boy.

Sigh, teach me, Sansei.

Not while I lived there, that’s for sure. And I’ve lived here for 15 years.

When I was little, I used to have nightmares about werewolves with glowing red eyes and long, sharp claws stalking around our house and looking in the windows. And you had to hide so they couldn’t see you, because if they could see you, they could come in. So I always dreamed I’d run from room to room until I got to…

<raises hand> I’m with ya. It SUCKS. I went through a long period of this where I’d have nightmares, one after the other, even if I woke up and adjusted my sleep position and went back to sleep. I’d be running away from something, but unable to make my legs move fast enough. Or I’d be trapped under water, but unable…