This was Lucy, also known as my baby Lulu.

I really would like to see this brother of yours.

I got lucky and was able to bring babies into work on occasion. They just slept under my desk.

I only have one foster left that I got "stuck" with. She wasn't even a bottle baby. My bottle babies all got adopted.

It does not pay well. In fact, it costs you money. I did this for about 15 years with a local shelter.

It does come with a cool title though - "feline neo-natal specialist."

I like your formula! Woot! That means Hiddles is in the running for me!

Because that was all that was stopping it from happening.

It's called a code word, people!

Mine is "Armageddon." Because that's not usually dropped into casual conversation, but it's possible/plausible.

Agreed. I wonder when I'll grow out of this phase. I can still grow out of things, right?

You do realize you can dismiss those idiotic comments, right?

I'm team Hiddles myself, but I am not pleased with how some people are reacting to your opinion. Personal attacks on your character? Seriously?

Just going from a desk job back to a kitchen job did wonders for me. I dropped about 4 pounds and it's going on 8 months now, so I can say they are gone for good.

But I'm still not very muscular/defined despite lifting many many cases of oranges, etc. Hmm.

Seriously!

To be honest, I actually would like to be Iron Man.

THAT'S WHAT I ALWAYS SAY!

I'm looking at YOU judgey "I work out three times a week" people. I've even had someone say, "If you can't do 20 minutes of vigorous exercise, you may as well not do any."

They exile the excess boys from the cult. It does create serious disharmony.

The Holiday season officially begins with this:

Isn't it, though?

I just spilled the beans to Mr. Hawk. No one else will know, however.

I'm actually going out tonight! It's the Smiths tribute night/80's night at a local club.

I'm in.

I'm with Burt on this. Team cake all the way.