Mine is my first name in neat Gregg Shorthand, then squiggle squiggle.

It’s the date in the username. So dorky.

A bunny?

They’re pretty sweet, but also salty. Very tasty, like frozen sugar free Gatorade. (because real sugar+sick kid=bathroom sadness)

Pedialyte (electrolyte drink aimed at sick kids) comes in freezer tubes and they’re awesome when you’re over-hot and dehydrated.

Joke’s on them, I have a 15-year mortgage on my condo. (Lower interest rate than a 30-year mortgage, USA, ymmv)

I thought the USPS was funded through usage fees/stamps.

I’m in a disabilities chat group and we’re often surprised when we’re reminded that “0” is the “normal” level of pain you’re “supposed to have” day to day. Everyone’s baseline is different. Pain sucks. (Unsolicited fact: my back pain got much better after I started physical therapy for it. I’m glad my health insurance covered it. Next round of PT: my knees. Why they be like that? [it’s probably the EDS])

We gave away computer parts on Craigslist a few months ago. It was a no-stress transaction and the receiver was a sweet old-school computer person building a basic machine for his kids to play Minecraft. Would do again.

I feel the same about my 17yo pup (inherited from my grandma because I was best suited to take in a second dog). He’s a really needy old man roommate:

• needs someone to take him to medical appointment,
• forgets to eat unless it’s something he’s not supposed to eat (my human food),
• hates taking his meds,
• loves walking until he gets too tired and needs carrying
• needs help getting dressed (put his harness on for walks)

From a “giving tech support” POV, nano is the best editor. Have you ever tried walking a non-techie through editing a config file on the command line, over the phone, no screen share? Nano is your friend. (I swear, this very expensive software I used to support got its sysadmins by picking whoever was absent the day the the client site figured out someone had to do it.)

My dogs were not siblings of each other. They were roommates forced together by circumstances.

“Hi, I’m here with Elvis. He’s my half-uncle on my mom’s side.”

I like “human”. I’ll ask strange dogs at the dog park “where is your human?”

I do similar to strange children that look lost at the grocery store–“where is your grown-up?” (I don’t want to assume their family structure, and an adult talking to them usually causes them to dash back to their adult. Doesn’t work the same way with dogs, tbh.)

It’s also off-putting when veterinary staff do it. I get that it’s easier than remembering the human client’s name, but I’m not my dog’s mom, for several reasons:

1. I’m not a woman. Y’all are just misgendering me.
2. He’s a son of a bitch, not a human
3. If he was the son of a human, that human was my grandma. I took him in after her death. That makes him my half-uncle.

And if a character of childbearing age and physique is nauseous, they’re pregnant.

My partner’s the tasty one in the relationship. I don’t wear lotion or anything, he just isn’t into my flavor :(

other hair may also be licked—my dog is really into beards and eyebrows. He also tries to get into ear canals. For him, though, you just need to wash off the tasty, tasty face oils. Then he gives a single lick and walks off in disappointment.

Date balder men.

That’s for the best.

(I’ll describe it in case you’re serious:

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• edit fixed spoiler tags because I love y’all.
• edit2 omg why won’t it spoiler? will desktop help?
• edit3 thank goodness.