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Dec. 8th, 2016 05:49 pmWe're supposed to get a bunch more snow tomorrow, but I'm hoping that the dire forecasts are over-egging the pudding, as my granny used to say. I should really have stopped at the supermarket after work and bought supplies BEFORE the onslaught of frozen water from the sky, but I was feeling gross at the end of the day and just went straight home instead. I'll regret it tomorrow, I'm sure.
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shadowkat67 has a really interesting post about how to distinguish fake news from real news. Plus her post includes a few other bits and bobs. Um, warning to anybody on my f-list/dwircle who is a big fan of US President-Elect Trump (hey, it could happen), Shadowkat really, really isn't a fan of his. So maybe give the post a miss in that case.
Young Miss Weaver has been irritating the hell out of me lately by hiding when I come home. For seven bloody years, she has always raced into the front hallway to greet me and demand her dinner (not necessarily in that order). Now she hides, for JUST long enough to unnerve me and make me go into crisis mode ("Is the cat dead?" or "Did robbers break in and traumatize her and take all my stuff?"). Then, in a leisurely way, she makes an appearance (and demands her dinner). Those few minutes in between me getting home and her making an appearance tend to feel like hours to someone of my nervous disposition.
shadowkat67 has a really interesting post about how to distinguish fake news from real news. Plus her post includes a few other bits and bobs. Um, warning to anybody on my f-list/dwircle who is a big fan of US President-Elect Trump (hey, it could happen), Shadowkat really, really isn't a fan of his. So maybe give the post a miss in that case. Young Miss Weaver has been irritating the hell out of me lately by hiding when I come home. For seven bloody years, she has always raced into the front hallway to greet me and demand her dinner (not necessarily in that order). Now she hides, for JUST long enough to unnerve me and make me go into crisis mode ("Is the cat dead?" or "Did robbers break in and traumatize her and take all my stuff?"). Then, in a leisurely way, she makes an appearance (and demands her dinner). Those few minutes in between me getting home and her making an appearance tend to feel like hours to someone of my nervous disposition.
