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The ghost of my great grandmother hung out in our house when I was a kid — the locked front door would always open a full ten minutes before an unexpected (but welcome) visitor would turn up, or slam and lock if the vistors weren't welcome, the heater would turn on before it got cold — things like that.

@Lizawithazee: Whirlpool side-by-side to replace the Whirlpool side-by-side that we bought from Lowes two weeks ago. Before that we had a crappy Hotpoint that I'll be paying off for the next 25 years, because all of the appliances were included with the mortgage.

I've had two refrigerators die on me in the last twelve days.

@LaComtesse: Oh, yeah. She could have handled it way better. There's a reason why my dad was my primary caregiver.

You know that some girl is morosely holding a pair of these panties, wondering why her clever ruse backfired and she's now single, again.

@LaComtesse: My mother still grieves for that baby that could have been. She had to have a hysterectomy a day after the birth and lost her dream of being a mama to four. It's been nearly thirty years and we're both in therapy over it — Mom because she cannot let go of what might have been and me because I've got

Jesus, if you're so desperate you've resorted to wearing panties, maybe you should just ask him.

My mother's second pregnancy ended in a stillborn — I think that she didn't even get a death certificate.

@howdybeep (runs with monkey wrenches): What it comes down to is my trust in myself and my ability to provide for myself and any future family (beyond the Dude) I might have. I trust the Dude not to run out on me, but I don't trust my cousin's husband.

~*~*~*Anecdotal Experience Alert*~*~*~

@thatgirlinnewyork: He gets me a bit better than 99% of the population I've come in contact with thus far.

@andBegorrah: I have you delightful bitches. I'll be rock steady.

The Dude e-mailed me this with a very long message about how we should probably come to terms with being a childless couple. And by "we," he means me, even though he was too polite to name drop.

A fridge.

Eh. I think she was trying to be graceful while bowing out of the running and just managed to step in it further. Being someone who does that all the friggin' time, I can relate.

My parents took astronomy classes from Clyde Tommbaugh at NMSU, and they were both personally insulted when Pluto was downsized.

I want a zia symbol, but I just haven't done it yet. I don't know where to put it.