I'm sorry, Dana.

My condolences on your loss, Dana.

Dana, I'm very sorry.

I won't need an alarm clock for the next two weeks: the dogs go off at 6:30 AM regardless of when I went to bed. I ended up with the Pony in my bedroom and my pillow over my head just so I could stay in bed for an extra 45 minutes. It is New Year's Day, after all!

Walked the dogs, fed my niece & her two friends, scooped the yard, vacuumed the kitchen. Can I go back to bed now?

Dana, I'm so sorry.

sad and awful", there was 5% of "really? on Christmas Eve he finally dies after two years of fighting

People actually do die at a statistically higher rate on and around holidays and anniversaries. (Sick people I mean, leaving aside drunk driving accidents and such.) Of course, so do internet hoaxes, I imagine.

I am so very sorry about your grandmother, Dana.

This is cool - Winston Churchill worked to rescue thousands of war horses post WWI. He was Secretary of War and was enraged by the condition the horses were left in.

really? on Christmas Eve he finally dies

I'm pretty sure this was a true story and I actually feel awful even saying my thoughts out loud. I do think it is interesting that people die more around the holidays.

ION, I am 9 months pregnant and tired. A lot. My kids, however, are not tired or pregnant and are really sick of just hanging around the house. I've been looking for activities that keep them busy and happy but don't require much from me. It's sort of hard. There is a mall with a great indoor playground in Denver and I might be desperate enough to drive up there but not until tomorrow.

He didn't come to my house--I went to his. Where we met by the side of his apparent car, with the window broken and glass all around. If he is the thief, he now knows the laptop isn't immediately useful, as well as the bit about telling me the dumping is on camera makes absolutely no sense.

Yeah, I'm pretty cavalier about my personal safety, but nothing about him sounded like he was angling for more access to my property.

Well, my brother lost that battle sooner than I thought: his household now has a new cat. Backstory is that they had to put their (really, PJ's) cat to sleep a month or two ago. It was really hard for PJ and the boys. For a long time, no one really wanted to get another cat, but in the weeks before Xmas, the boys started asking for one. And then PJ's grandfather died and she really missed having a cat to cry on (my brother purring and doing catlike rubs against her and drawing a cat on his hand amazingly was not the same.)

My brother was adamantly against it (which is really funny, because all of their cats have been his fault) but I knew it was inevitable, whether he was convinced by the time it happened or not.

SIL just put a picture of a cat on their couch on fb, titled "Newest family member."

Hah.

Ha!