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Doing well.

Hey, Hunter!

Poor Drewbear. Kitties would never eat you. You're too salty.

I don't remember who said it, but I remember someone recently mentioned a niece who decided to stop eating meat that doesn't come from a can, because "it's not nice to hurt animals".

There's dried juniper berries available on Amazon. Thought about getting some, but I need a recipe first.

It's very good. Ahhh, like Maxbauer's Market, I imagine.

Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! I was rereading a book today that made me think of you, Xander. The Art of Being Normal, by Lisa Williamson. Two kids, a boy and a girl, become friends when they discover that they're both transgender.

If you couldn't find the story, here's the link.

Good thing I don't eat venison.

It wasn't that long ago that I was a kid in high school, and I used to get very jealous when I saw my boyfriend flirting with someone else. Especially after Boyfriend #2 crushed my heart. I learned to relax a bit more and let things take their course after breaking up with Boyfriend #3. He was a true monster in every regard, a total control-freak. I resolved to never let myself become like him. As a result, I don't normally get jealous with my husband. He sometimes goes out after work to have a drink or two with his coworkers, but always comes home in time for dinner. He's allowed to have fun, of course. Everyone is. But I get a little protective if we're at a party and I think someone is moving in on my guy. Hands off! Mine! I guess the rules change a bit when you're married. A little bit of jealousy is okay, just to remind people that your partner is already taken, but you don't have to worry too much. After all, he/she said yes to you, not the other guy.

Hey, Randy! How are Mark and Josh?

Actually, Antarctica is considered a desert, because it has very low levels of rainfall. (166 - 200 mm per year.) Hey, Clo. Tea and cake? Lucky!

Hey, Gary.

Sure thing. Hey, Bertie.

Other sites? Such as?

I found GayAuthors before Nifty. I did a Google search for Comicality, looking for more of his stories, and GA was the first result, right at the top of the page.

Dennis' corruption at work, again?

He's at home with his parents, I'm sure.

No problem. The snow plows will clean up the glitter when they clear the snow!

You hide it well, though.

Fair point.

I didn't say they couldn't. I'm just surprised Nifty is allowed for twelve-year-olds, that's all.