I remember asking my dad to cocoon me in blankets as a kid. It was wicked comfy.

Nowadays I’m in a hammock. It’s way more comfy on my hips than a mattress and it gives me that happy cuddled feeling.

At first I thought she was just not wearing a bra in the first shot, leading to unflattering cleavage. Then I noticed the sleeve in the second and third shots was different–it is gathered at the wrist in one shot but not the other.

That’s just because you haven’t met my label maker. It does the letters one at a time, manually, embossed into a strip of plastic.

10, tops

Mine’s fine. My partner is also dating someone else and that person is awesome. Sometimes my partner is gone for a weekend, which means I get the whole condo to myself, can take up the whole dining table with my hobby mess, and can order delivery food that would give him heartburn (instead of ordering from someplace he can also order from).

Sometimes his girlfriend visits us, which is a great impetus to clean the condo. She’s also a great cook ☺️

Exactly. Cards can’t be slower than an Internet connection.

I’ve been enjoying Kagi. You pay a monthly fee (there’s a free trial) and get good search results. You can even tailor the results to prioritize or deprioritize various sites. For example, I told it to never show me anything from Pinterest.

Supporting them through colonoscopy prep and being their ride home afterwards. Sitting in the exam room with them as they try and break wind after the procedure. Clapping in delight when the trumpet finally sounds because it means their pain/discomfort will start subsiding.

They still do, at least in Kentucky. That’s where I picked up a case for my first dulcimer. Dulcimers and rifles have similar dimensions, and I needed something quick to protect my new instrument on a long drive home.

Oh, I know feeding live and dead prey are both common with snake owners. I’m a dog/fish person myself, but I follow a few snake people on youtube. I also know some snakes are picky AF and refuse pre-killed prey. I was worried about the comfort of both the kitten and the snake–a live kitten might struggle and hurt the snake. And I don’t know if the kitten had any parasites it could pass on–I’ve seen warnings about not feeding wild mice to pet snakes for similar reasons.

Edit: or maybe the ailing kittens had been poisoned. We just don’t know.

LPT: if you ever get wasps in your house you can use the extension hose on your vacuum cleaner to suck them up. The hose extension means you don’t have to get close to them.

(I’m fine with them outside as long as they don’t nest on my balcony, but inside is a problem.)

Seconding that there is nothing in the dots. It’s just yellow and green dots.

My concerns are whether the kitten was killed before being fed to the snake and whether the snake could suffer harm from eating sick food. Also, whether the “ailing kittens” were already known to the students, as maybe classroom pets.

Have you considered PT? I’ve been for my back and knees and it’s been great. They give you homework to help you strengthen the right muscles to make the pain to away. They also walk you through how to do those exercises and take feedback to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

The trick is to not use numbers. Use a tchotchke placed in a prominent place on your desk. My password changes frequently. The previous tchotchke was a goat pin, then a cactus figurine, then a binder clip. I just need to picture my desk and I know what the thing is.

And my desk is so cluttered it’s not clear what the special object is. (You know what they say: cluttered desk, cluttered mind. Empty desk…)

His name’s “Elvis” and he answered to “Aye-ellll-vis”. Now he doesn’t answer to anything because he’s gone deaf, but he’s still a great pup. He’s a senior terrier mix, about 10 pounds. He’s a bit of a velcro dog and I am the One True Human, so it sucks for him that I work outside the home. He’s stuck with Work From Home Partner, who just doesn’t fill the same void in Elvis’s heart. So, Elvis sleeps all day and then watches the front very attentively when he decides I should come home.

He still has bursts of energy. Last weekend he met a chihuahua his age. Elvis was like “omg, you’re slightly smaller than me and seem even more chill. Let me dance around and thwack you in the face so you’ll play with me”. The other pup was game and it was adorable to watch two seniors playing.

He goes on long hikes with me. He gets tired after about a block and will turn around and try and get me to go back to the car. I generally just carry him at this point. He’s lucky he’s tiny. He’ll lean forward to ask to be set down, then he’ll either sniff something or amble so very slowly along the path. He is the worst hiker.

This question reminds me of a dog I ended up with. He knew his name, but only in the same accent as his previous owner. So I’d be at the dog park in New England calling for my dog in the most exaggerated southern accent I could muster.

checks list Cool, the one I added (and documented) is still listed.

I’ve stolen it. I’m sure I’ll find a use for it somewhere

My grandpa taught me racist terms in front of my mom, for fun. Because “that’s what they were called when he was a kid.”

Other than that, he was pretty hands off as a grandparent.