My building manager just came by to solve the mystery. It seems the elderly woman upstairs fainted in the tub and it ended up flooding all over the floor. So, it looks like it's just a one-time thing (they ran the water for ten minutes without a drop leaking). But how horrible for that woman, it must have been so frightening.

Oh, poor woman.

It was just that, -t, but it wouldn't have been funny if there hadn't been an incest joke there.

God, Chief Vick is hot tonight on Psych. So hot I have to say it multiple places.

eta: Jesus, megan, how terrifying.

You're right, I hadn't thought of it that way.

Hershey's has a vote for smokiness, though the valrhona has a bit more fruitiness. And I haven't tried the Droste (Valroha makes a moister cookie, so easier to work and Droste is reputedly like, so.) What am I to do?

Also, love neighbors!

Y'all are confusing me with the competing talk of incest, alcholic drinks, and panties that go like whoa.

I may be tired.

My day started slow, with a kid home sick, but then somehow in the afternoon I was baking cookies, making pot roast, and everyone was getting haircuts. Oh and wrapping a present for Franny's secret Santa at school. very busy.

I have gotten a bit further on Xmas, so that's good. It's still not my favorite holiday.

Good luck, Consuela!

For those seeking alternatives to blasphemy and/or coarse language, may I commend your attention to The Middleman's plethora of colorful options: [link]

I am so tired of people who think there's no snow in Africa. Find another reason to think it's a dumb song, nitwit.

Well, there is slightly less snow on Kilimanjaro lately, what with global warming and whatnot.

I'm okay, except for the way verbing weirds language.

I see what you did there. It's a slippery, slippery slope you're going down. First it's nouns, now it's adjectives. Next thing you know, everyone will be verbing pronouns and talking like Yoda.

I apologised sincerely, assuring them I hadn't intended to slip anything in through the back door. Signed off with "Roger and out". They complimented me on my courtesy.

COMMA'ed.

How does that work, with animals and no one knows who the agressor is?

It may depend on local regulations, but I believe that location may play a part. As in, your pets have a right to be on your property. While in many areas, cats have a legal right to roam free, this is no longer universally true, and it may shed some light on liability. In any case, I hope both cats are ok, and wounds are only superficial. Just in case, here is a link to a handy checklist of symptoms requiring emergency treatment, [link]

ETA: some sense-making stuff.

Is it possible to have too much of a crush on Paul Rudd?

I know how much Benedryl you can take and what OTC pain relievers can be mixed without much fear but I am unsure of this, people. Perhaps I cannot see out of my hearteyes.

Well, there is slightly less snow on Kilimanjaro lately, what with global warming and whatnot.

Doesn't invalidate the song, though. And it still snows in Africa. People are silly.

I'm up way too late. Got drawing, couldn't stop. Also, not sleepy. Fuck. It's been days, man.

Me too with the not sleepy, which sucks because I was hoping to get a few hours of sleep in before my sister gets here around 2:30 am