Hence talking to his medical team - let them suggest it. I can assure you - they are VERY used to patients and all their attitude. They don't take it personally.

I'm so sorry. I know it's mostly anecdotal, but my college roommate's father was diagnosed with cancer the same week as my Mom. And she had a few male patients in her "Chemo Club." It seemed that the men gave up a lot easier - they were less likely to see it as a problem to fight, but more as something that was…

I don't know about unrecognizable monster, but chemo can really mess with your system in so many ways. My Mom's did so much damage to her neurological system - it was ultimately one of the things that contributed to her death - and gave her side effects that put her in a large amount of pain. She was a bit more…

About a year and a half ago, we had to put down my 7 1/2 year old English Bulldog. It was a more cut-and-dried case than this: she had a cancer that is invariably fatal within a year of diagnosis, even with chemotherapy treatments.

It seemed the best for this situation.

Trick of dress ordering: Give them a wedding date two weeks before your actual wedding. That way, if they screw up, you have some buffer time. (Either to receive a dress delayed in production or to fix an error of their making.)

I would get the blood test to be sure, but your body can really mess with you. I've had a few pregnancy scares in my time, and it is amazing what your body & head will do to you.

Total boo. Totally sucked.

Lovely piece of CYA indeed. Thanks for the link!

Oh, there's so much more to that story - I can't tell it because it gives me such a headache.

I live around these parts, and most people I know are saying "Are you fucking kidding me?" The response is an overwhelming: "Oh, FFS KSTP. Really?"

Hell, I got laid off from a job - over my direct manager's objections - because the woman in charge decided that my totally incompetent 50-something colleague needed his job because he had a family to provide for. Whereas I was about to get married - something I almost never talked about at work - so I was going to…

It would just have to be super fast. I'm afraid that if you grab for his knees he'll stumble forward. But maybe he'll be too busy being smarmy to the crowd to notice.

Punch in the groin works. I'm trying to figure out a way to take him out at the knees with him falling away from the woman instead of on top of her.

Pretty much, yeah.

For a second, I thought the bologna monstrosity was a strawberry Smith Island Cake, like so:

Kara:

They voted him in twice already. I know, I lived through it. Now I can only watch and hope more of the people who don't like him get off their asses and into the polling locations.

While I was very glad to move out of Wisconsin, part of me is sad I am not there to vote against that asshole for the third time. (Not that it would have mattered - my district got so incredibly gerrymandered. But, you know, it would have felt good.)