It’s breakfast here and now I want pizza.

That’s crappy. I’m a tree-hugger and I still blot my pizza with paper towels.

Sing it! If I can’t get semi-skim cheese I blot my pizza. Saves my clothes and my bowels, since I had my gallbladder out. I’ve done it since high school because although fat carries flavor who wants to eat a mouthful of grease. Ick.

Ovarian cancer can be horribly sneaky though and fairly asymptomatic.

Since I was 18, or so, since I wasn’t sexually active yet and that’s when my mom decided I should go. My hymen was ruptured on the first visit, which hurt and bled, but I go every year, and sometimes twice a year. I wouldn’t consider not going.

I’m going back and listening to other parts, and Mr. Connolly rocks!! @ 1:20:00...

I can only donate a few bucks but I try too as well. Hurrah for revenge donating! :)

I woke up with a migraine, am feeling mostly better, sat down to read the news, and am glad it’s my day off because I’m headed back to bed too. I want to cuddle a puppy.

yes, I’d be checking out real porn on my phone the whole time.

So sorry, I didn’t see this till I got back. I’ll keep that in mind next time. Store is still amazing by the way. :)

Or really big masochists, it which case they can come see me.

Maybe some sheets, but mostly going to visit the store. I really like it there, no idea why, and the food. It’s quite a drive though and should have left a bit earlier but I’ll be there for lunch. yum!

Mine’s going well. I’m heading to IKEA, what’s up with you guys?

I only really take photos of my niece (in which case I only keep for me), or my friend’s child and they have those all over the ‘net, but I ask just to make sure before I post. I like your idea though, if I ever take group shots with kids I’d do that. :)

I don’t know who this man is (or character) but I want more please! With a cherry on top. :)

Seconded!

Me either, or I ask if they’re ok with it.

I’ve been asked for money once, and I’ll never give it again. I’ve never asked for money from friends, or family, and I still feel guilty when my parents ‘give me my inheritance early’ as they like to say. Even with my closest friends I’d never ask, even if I were starving in the street.

My favorite letter comment of her’s, summed up since I don’t have it in front of me, is ‘so-and-so lost a baby last night, and perhaps we should feel bad for the family but it took one look at it’s father and died on teh spot.’ :) Ahh, snark. She’d fit in well here.

And that is why, as a historian who gets paid to do Living History, I’d never want to actually live back in time for longer than a weekend. Thank you very much.