shit, lisah. Hope it proves to be a minor annoyance with no repeats.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Watching Loki chase small bugs that have come inside is pure joy. He's very stretchy and limber. Amazing considering what a fatass he is.
Health-ma to bonny. Here's hoping it's something the doctors can treat quickly and easily.
I found my Great Uncle Joe's death certificate online at ancestry.com. Mom and Dad told me he was killed back in 1937. The actual certificate says, "gun shot wounds" and "face, neck and back."
Family story is that it was a land dispute. Mom once told me it was a jealous husband.
My family has some similar mysteries. It's what I find so fun about history and genealogy.
In my family, they're not so much mysteries as tales to be told with relish to test the mettle of newcomers.
My great-aunt was married 3 times. Her first 2 husbands committed suicide.
(1) If I were her, I don't think I would have gotten married a third time.
(2) If I were the third husband and knew about the first 2, I don't think I would have married her. I mean -- DAMN.
We only finally started digging into the story of my great-grandfather. He was a pioneer in aviation and motorboat racing. He was killed before my mother was born. The legend was that a guy had taken his airplane to him to be fixed and he wouldn't release it because the guy never paid him. The guy shot him and got off because he was the governor's brother. That's the story. We finally got off our asses and wrote to a library in that county to look at newspapers from that time. We've got the name of the guy and he *was* shot in roughly those circumstances. Don't know about whether he was the governor's brother and how the subsequent trial went, though.
A guy my mom went out with, when I was an early teen, asked her to marry him 3 times. Each time she said no. And each time he had a heart attack.
Dude, quick asking. Seriously.
I need to remember to take out my contact lenses before I cook with hot peppers. On the bright side, at least the soup was fantastic.