I’m so sorry!! That’s awful!

I concur! My Stanley used to do the same thing. One day I was sitting outside watching him play and talking on the phone to my mom. He had found a little piece of wood and was happily munching away while laying on his back. I was mid sentence and suddenly got worried that he’d get choked, so I said “hey buddy, don’t…

Right??

I found out the hard way that my Lucyface was one of the loner variety when my then roommate adopted a cat. She refused to eat and ended up spending a week in the kitty ICU with liver failure.

Whenever I start gathering up my scrubs for work, my Lucycat immediately attaches herself to me and chatters disapprovingly as I get ready. She inevitably ends up doing that adorable laying on her back/ curled up Picasso kitty pose, which is the cute cat nuclear option. It always makes me feel so guilty for leaving.

Awww!! My cat has also named me, along with the other significant people she’s around. I’m “Mer-ow”, and have been trained well to respond to my name, lol.

God, you’re absolutely correct.

Actually... Russia was the first nation in space. First man-made object (Sputnik), first manned flight (Gagarin). We beat them to the moon, but when it comes to being first to space (and Trump’s presidency),  Russia  deserves the credit.

I don’t, but I’ve been considering setting one up. If I can figure out how to make that happen, lol

I ran across the pattern for crocheted swiffer covers, so I’ve been cranking them out like it’s my job. They work way better than the actual swiffer pads, and I modified the pattern so I can use them with the WetJet dealie.

I completely agree! :)

I find that “folks” works well in situations where “y’all” isn’t appropriate.

I usually say “guys” as well, although my latent tendency to “y’all” pops up on occasion, lol.

That is an excellent explanation, and I think you might be correct.

You’re correct about the loop keeping the pieces together, but a tie clip keeps the whole shebang anchored to your shirt to avoid the unfortunate fly-away scenario that Cheeto Mussolini keeps attempting to thwart with scotch tape.

Dude. Every single patient at work tonight had that speech on their TV (turned up to the “so grandma can hear it” level, of course.).

I’m from somewhat near there and I can absolutely concur. The only really decent jobs for folks without a degree of some kind are either in the coal mine/oil field or elsewhere. It’s full of some decent people, but equally full of those who’ve never left Franklin county and quite proud of that fact.

In response to which I’d love to share a picture of the mid-30s patient I had who was in a persistent vegetative state after an amniotic embolism. She’ll never see the child she had, and that child will only ever know her as the lady with the tube in her throat and stomach who can’t do anything but lay in bed staring…

I had a Christian Scientist patient at one point. I’m all for people getting down with whatever religion they’re into, but it was incredibly frustrating to try and ascertain what (if anything) was going on with someone who sees acknowledging health complaints as manifesting them into existence and/or the fact that…

Schroedinger’s leaks, yo.