
We continue to do this “air conditioner, heater, air conditioner, heater” thing well into February, and I hates it.
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We continue to do this “air conditioner, heater, air conditioner, heater” thing well into February, and I hates it.
Because there are good people, Bub has been paid back what he had stolen from him.
It only took a day and a half for enough people to mobilize to make that happen, and I am so thankful that there are still good people in this world… even though I live in the United States (and, at that, Texas, where I have regularly had it screamed at me that I am a leech and a mooch for being disabled, that I am teaching my disabled children to be leeches and mooches because they are disabled and we get the disability benefits that we are entitled to, that I “could find a job if I weren’t lazy”, that sort of thing) where people who espouse MAGA tendencies and vote Republican seem to proliferate more and more with each election cycle, which doesn’t help matters out any. But the fact of the matter is that there are still plenty of good people on this planet and we are thankful for them. So Bub will be getting that game when it is released for purchase.


Bub is now several inches taller than me, and as a preteen is beginning to put on a bit of weight — he’s not overweight though, not in the least — and I want to know how this happened. Wasn’t he a baby yesterday?

This is after several months of use, washing my hair a few times a week with them on average. There’s still more than half of each bar left, so this is clearly saving me both money and time. One of my friends joked that the pictures I took of them made them look like hamburger patties, but the joke is creative (and just a bit factual), so I am willing to let the joke stand. I love these things and am seriously never going back to bottles.

This is a Sailorsaturn bow made by the late Kuma Crafts, who has since tragically passed away. In the event that anyone can find it and would be willing to give or sell it to me, I would be willing to pay a decent price for it that is not blatant scalping. (Or, well, scalping at all, for that matter. I refuse to tarnish Kuma’s memory.)