Felonies. FEDERAL felonies. Which means you serve real time. If the judge says 27 months, it's really 27 months, with no time off for good behavior or such things. This grumpy cat is very pleased to see someone nailed for bankruptcy fraud.

I'm 55 and yeah, the body is bigger and saggier, and hurts when I push too hard. But the best thing about being my age is that I can kick MAJOR ASS , and I'm an authority in my profession. I know what I'm doing and can tell other people what to do. I don't worry at all about how I look in front of people - I figure my…

Blerggh. I really hope life is better for you now.

Go on...

I'm bookmarking this whole thread because I am so cheered up right now for new sources for duds. Frankly, I've worn nothing but JAG jeans, dark long sleeved tees, and various cardigan-like objects for a couple years now as I am too depressed about this sploogy size 12-14 bod to look for cute stuff. Pants and shirts…

Wow. "An alteration of your being." Perfect phrase.

I have no words.

I have! They wash surprisingly well. Just make sure you put it in the dryer with something solid, like a couple tennis balls. They bounce around making a horrific noise and ensure the down batting dries all fluffy.

Terrific link.

I'm guessing 12.

Not to mention you better have a damn good sewing machine needle. You got thick layers here. (At last! Another sewing purist! Preach!)

Same here. I have super-angry days not caused by anything specific.* Used to think they were menopause related (oh, just one of them female thangs) but realized I still have huge, furious resentments seething from growing up in the 60s and 70s. It's great to hear a real voice with Lindy.

I love them. The 9 year old in me is sighing and squealing.

I've been fat, I've been thin. Right now I'm kinda fat, and working out. What people really think when they see fat people - and I've taken surveys - is, "Oh. Blue shirt. Good for them working out. Hmm. What's that shiny thing over there?" No one really dwells on it the way we do when we're fat.

Good. Already dealt with the unpredictable effects of a childbirth-related tear that messed up the nerves in the active poop area. Fortunately it resolved after awhile, but ewww.

I'm so sorry. It sounds like this is a very entrenched situation. It also won't be easy to change. Sounds like she is a hoarder as well. I agree with toastybuns that retirement community or assisted living may be the only way to treat her. Therapy and medication might be an answer for someone else, but not when she…

WHAT? Goddammit, I was looking forward to getting rid of that thing. Fucking pap smears.

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Argh. Not again! Can I blame the weather for my malevolent urges to torment someone? I have had the darkest, meanest thoughts about my fellow Texans while Mr. Sun is hiding from us all. Plus my head hurts.

This story instantly persuaded me to buy 12 - TWELVE! - boxes of cookies from the little girls in front of the Walgreens last week. If I see anyone else, I'm gonna buy 12 more.