Sure. Once it gets below NINETY DEGREES... (We’re supposed to get a cool front later this week, but I’ve been burned before.)
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His campaign slogan is gonna be
Oh dear...
This weekend is the last weekend I will have free until November. Next Saturday will begin at 6 AM (it’s my Saturday to work) and probably not end until well after 6 PM, with maybe a two hour break to eat lunch and gather my costumes because both the plays I’m in have dress rehearsals that afternoon.
I’m so sorry. You gave him a good life, right to the end. That’s the best thing we can do for each other, really.
Checking in after my town’s Pride event* and before play rehearsal...
Niagra Falls! Slowly I burn...
I slept on my left side (with every pillow in the house supporting me), simply because it helped inhibit the lava-spitting acid reflux I would experience otherwise. (Kiddo was born with thin wisps of blonde hair - so much for that wives’ tale.)
Two of my favorite Cool Aunt actresses on my screen at the same time?
Well, there goes my theory that Trump filched it. Even if he knew how to operate a wrench, I doubt he could carry a bag of flour.
The support group is a great idea. You can’t pour from an empty cup. (I used to chuckle at that phrase, but now I know the truth behind it.)
Not to sound hippy-dippy, but tea tree oil.
What a gorgeous torbie! (I have a diluted one that has as much cattitude, I’m sure.)
Puppy!
This tale starts, as do many great stories, in college.
The “I can’t wait for the new Adele break-up songs album” jokes start in 3...2...1...
If it wasn’t mine? Yes I certainly would.
If you look at it the same day, yes. By the next day the two transactions - deposit/withdrawal and reversal - will have cancelled each others out and fallen off the transcript.
Bank teller here...