The show is four one-act plays. Mine is “Beer Girl”. I play Flo.

Being an honorary auntie is fun! Congratulations!

GUYYYYYYS.

I work in a bank, in a drive-thru lane.

I got that stuff from the hospital. Granted, that was 19 years ago this month, but have things changed that much?

Oh, and, I forgot to add what really made the week suck:

My mom is in the progress of getting this kind of thing done. She knows what she wants done (and even has the funeral home for her all-inclusive cremation picked out), but I don’t think anything’s in writing yet. And I can just imagine one of her sisters stepping in, overriding me, and having a semi-lavish funeral…

Holy crap. I’m sorry this happened, and I hope you take care of your mental and emotional health for the weeks to come.

First, a Shelly the Kitten update:

Diabetes I and II runs in my family, too.  (Thinking about it now, I’m quite lucky to have gotten away with anxiety, depression, and chronic dry scalp.)

I tell anybody who will listen that Zoloft saved my life.

*sigh*

It sounds like a metal band that covers Hanson.

A friend of mine was trying to refer to me as “Ducky” in a text and it autocorrected to “Sucky”.

Aaaa! Thank you for the info! Definitely don’t want my other cats getting that. Poor girl, she must be miserable.

That works...

I think she was toe-ing (toe-bean-ing?) the line between stray and feral. She has learned that being around people equals food, so leaning further from feral and into stray with an option to buy.

WHO DO I NEED TO KICK IN THE SHINS?

Healthy Hearts?

Happy Birthday!  Get a pint of your favorite ice cream and eat it all at once - birthday calories don’t count. :)