'Sleeper'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Then gradually, he started cheating.
This is my in-laws. MiL is a great cook; FiL an obese diabetic. And she can't control his intake via her cooking because he sneaks candy in the house and his office. Hides ice cream in the basement fridge and lies about the housekeeper eating it. Etc.
He IS on medication and gets his blood sugar checked regularly. They live in a house next to the nurse daughter's and she keeps a keen eye on his health, so that's good. And I realize that his health really is not his wife's responsibility, but I know it drives her kids crazy she is unwilling to make any change at all in their lifestyle--not as crazy as him ignoring his doctor's orders does, but pretty close.
Not at all appropriate for the diabetes discussion, but: Skittles-infused vodka. I'm not sure whether I'm intrigued or horrified. [link]
I don't really watch Supernatural, although I've seen it a few times...it's a weird one to kind of back into, too, I'll tell you. But I could see how that could happen...there is an actor that just played a POTUS in a movie that I first watched play Brett Butler's idiot husband. I sort of still expect him to be stupid, even though I've seen him in many things where he is smart.
That was a great article, Allyson, and good ideas. We`ve done memberships before and they always went over well. Also, that is a super cute photo of your nephew, with the reflection in the aquarium glass.
Thanks so much! I love that pic, too. He looks so contemplative.
I finally got the last internal doorknob installed. Of course, what I set out to do was make a cup of tea, and I haven't managed that, yet. Trying again.
I'm making tea in lieu of dessert.
I did something to my lower leg. Not a clue what. I was just moving the garbage and I felt a zing up my left leg. It isn't shin splints but dang, the pain is not subsiding.
CJ is worth his weight in gold. He helped me back to the couch and buzzed over to Panda, on his bike, to pick up something for dinner. I'm a step away from complete tears.
Success! I have tea. And cookies.
Good job, CJ. I hope it goes away, whatever it is, Suzi. Ouch.