So exactly the same, then.

No kidding. Just wear the damn full shield already.

I’m very sorry about your husband. I lost mine almost 2 years ago when I was 42 . I totally relate to your feeling of “it could be so much worse”. His alcoholism and mental illness put me through years of nearly constant grinding stress, worry and screaming. At the end I was left with a biohazard cleanup in the house,…

Oh geez, I thought that thing was a spade bit or something like that. (You can see it in the “Get the hell off my back” pic posted up thread). Turns out it’s just fitted completely wrong. Sassy’s teeth must hurt so bad, poor thing.

OMG, that bit! Poor Sassy.

If I were giving him the benefit of the doubt, I would say he had the reins long because he was originally neck reining with one hand, but when Sassy got upset at the crowd he tried to go to a direct rein but he didn’t take up enough slack so he ended up looking stupid trying to turn her.

The irony of this is that Fort Bend County is, demographically, one of the least “stereotypically Texan” counties in the state. It’s incredibly diverse, and has a pretty high median income.

This is you, right?

Except there’s the narrative that the Harvey disaster was what ultimately pushed Luhnow and Crane to go all-in on the Verlander trade.

Thanks, we appreciate it. Even if we didn’t win the series, the ‘stros beating the snot out of the Rangers in Arlington in September (following the post Harvey debacle when they refused to switch home series) was almost enough revenge.

Or there’s option C (a.k.a. me): 42 year old widow with a barely manageable mortgage and an increasingly precarious job situation. But I have a new car! (Only because my late husband wrecked our previous car in the midst of a psychotic episode 7 days before he died)

Whoever is in charge of the pyrotechnics had a lot of chances to practice his timing. Clearly all that hard work paid off.

Local newspaper reports that dude is the brother in law of the woman who caught the ball. I don’t know if that makes it any better.

You speak the truth, IMO. I play beer league hockey with a woman who played for a D1 team. She told me when she got a job and moved down here to Houston that she was just DONE with hockey. Said it wasn’t fun anymore and she couldn’t tone down the super-competitiveness to just enjoy playing the sport. Once she…

Good advice in general. In the aftermath of any disaster, someone ends up picking through the wreckage. I spent a few weeks of helping to muck out Harvey flooded houses, and it was heartbreaking. Not only the amount of stuff ruined, but the struggle of the homeowners to let go of so much at one time.

That’s heartbreaking. And tough. Because you KNOW something is wrong, but there’s not an obvious reason to step in.

No kidding! I’m not gonna lie, though, it took me until my late 30's and association with some really bad-ass women before I would be comfortable stepping into a situation like that. Which shames me greatly.

Pretty normal, especially when colleagues are visiting from other places and dinner is a great time to catch up on company politics and who-went-where. I usually schedule a few co-workers to come along, but sometimes that doesn’t pan out.

Ugh, that must get so exhausting. I always just smile a lot when I see a service dog - I love watching them work, but I know better than to bother them or their person.

That’s adorable. I was boarding a Turkish Airlines flight last summer, and there was a TSA (or Customs?) agent just inside the jetway entrance with a sniffer dog. I complimented his lovely Malinois and his face just LIT UP with a huge smile. He was so thrilled that someone actually recognized the breed. Most people…