realinfmom
realinfmom
realinfmom

We have a Snowshoe cat named Edgar Allan Purr (his markings are like a non-dwarf Grumpy Cat). Since Snowshoes are supposed to be rare, I must admit I was tempted to try the kitty DNA testing on him. I doubt he’d like having his fur pulled out, though.

Did anyone look for Seti I’s real tomb underneath? :) (Old movie reference)

Ooooo, the Andromeda Strain.

All in all I’m glad we visited the volcano a year and a half ago rather than this year.

I got a skateboard circa 1964. It had metal wheels like the roller skates of that era did.

Look around for a case of used pinball machine parts.

I will continue to blame my kids.

Meghan McCain was all right in the years when she was talking to Rachel Maddow now and again. Then she became just another Fox bottle blonde and away went her brain.

You know that earsplitting screech that small children love?

When My Son The Hoarder moved into his own place, we cleaned his former room as best we could and then called a cleaning service. Two extremely hard-working ladies came and worked in there for an hour, mostly getting grime off walls and woodwork.

If you don’t know how to wipe a hard drive you can always take it apart and smash the platters with a hammer. Then dispose of the pieces in two or three separate trash pickups. That should take care of it.

I’d do that except that my old phones have never been worth anything on a trade-in. :)

My limited experience with Cardboard (to look at scenery) was good enough for a beginner like me. I wish my phone hadn’t objected so strenuously. No trip around the Pyramids is worth burning out my phone.

Or.... you could just use iTunes on your computer to do all the moving you want.

Romaine has always been disgusting. All crunch and no flavor.

My husband isn’t a lawyer and he still has every phone he’s ever owned. There’s always some Real Good Reason why he can’t recycle them.

Tempting. Especially since Cardboard makes my phone heat up. But I’ll wait till everyone else has whopped the bugs out of it first.

I copy edit for a living (among many other things) and I don’t care whether the people whose writing I read use one space or two. However, I was taught two spaces and for my own writing I’m sticking with it.

My husband recently agreed that if he hadn’t opened an email in years there was no chance he was going to. And anything he “might miss” has long since been missed.