Which sucks because those things aren’t easily replaceable, so it’s like losing an extra day of your life to the sharks.

I like the itty bitty red one in the toppest picture.

So you can open the front and back trunks and slide in the fruit trees you just bought, so that the pots stick out the back and the trunks rest on your shoulders and the foliage shades the windshield out in front of you as you drive home.

Nor in NC.

If it swivels, the passenger can play Solitaire during the ride.

And function much better.

Hee hee, Bolt!

If only it were built into the dash, though. I would constantly be smacking things into it, as it’s sticking out like that.

You might want to inflate the tires a bit before you drive it off the lot.

You’re right! All the interior needs is a few snazzy throw pillows!

Someday a young whippersnapper at MIT will re-invent buttons, and we’ll get them back on our cell phones. It’ll be the best re-invention ever!

I think that working women (of whatever ethnicity) give up sooner. They don’t have the time or money to persist in trying to find a diagnosis for something that doesn’t have a quick and easy blood test.

No, I don’t think it would help you. You will go on to become another unhelpful doctor who gets a steady paycheck in spite of not actually diagnosing and treating your patients’ problems. And you will go home from work each day with new stories of all the fat, lazy patients who complain of pains that you can’t palpate…

Does your med school offer classes in empathy?

I came here because of the teeth. Didn’t read the headline, didn’t recognize the face. I just needed reassurance about the teeth.

Chow mixed with a herding breed like collie or sheltie, maybe a little golden retriever (but we don’t talk about that).

Which just proves, as L.M. Montgomery would say, how young you still are.

I am that way, because in gymnastics, younger is better. So anytime I saw a girl younger than me do something I couldn’t do, it was a bitter pill to swallow.

Oh, but it does! A couple of examples: yesterday I had to prune a shrub in front of my deck. I couldn’t reach the top of it, so I “mounted” the railing in a front support position and balanced on my hipbones while my arms reached out with the pruners.

Yup, the vomit/sour milk flavor may have been unintentional at first, but now it’s part of the recipe. From Wikipedia: