May her gallbladder be less grief than Hubby's, which, when it was sent to the lab, caused them to call his doctor to tell him to stop wasting their time with jokes and not to send them two-week-dead organs. They were surprised to hear it had just come out of a living person.
That was a year or so before we married. He was unable to eat pork afterwards. Bodies are weird.
Oh I'm sorry, Pleiades, that is a lot.
{{P.M.}}
I really want to say that Trump has finally jumped the shark, but unfortunately I don't think that's the case.
Who wants to suggest things for my Amazon wishlist?
I'm so sorry, Plei.
I saw yet another photo report of the Donald, and the font made me misread his name as Turnip. I think we should propagate that. Turnip for President--really? Are you sure?
Who wants to suggest things for my Amazon wishlist?
Easy. You want a JL421 Badonkadonk Land Cruiser/Tank. Boom. Done.
All condolences, Plei.
Turnip for President--really? Are you sure?
A real turnip would be better qualified.
I think I will call him turnip from now on.
The inlaws are here and the baby has settled down enough for me to leave her with them while I try to nap. I really want to cry but I know that that would lead to them checking on me and I'd rather be alone. Plus I know they think it is silly for me to be upset at the loss of an Internet friend I only "met" once.
Farewell, Ginger, I'm so glad I got to meet you at the Atlanta F2F. Your fonts, among much else will be missed. And thank you Zen for keeping us updated.
And fuck cancer!