I have a feeling I will wind up there, then.
I can’t have a conversation with a sexist without being perfectly candid about what I mean.
If you were to read what I posted, you’d see my entire post to him was hypothetical—not personal. And I didn’t have the background on this thread.
Sorry to offend you or anyone—it was not intended!
“If you two can’t play nice, we’ll have to send you to the Lower Levels for some time out with the denizens there.”
WHY is Darksheare singing to the drunk rabbit? Or is it the other way around. Never mind, don’t tell me.
Back from Frank’s doctor appointment: three shots, poor little bubba. He weighs 13 lbs. 11 oz. and is 23-1/2” long. This means he’s gained almost 4 lbs since he was weighed at 4 weeks, and THIS explains why I feel like the Undead (as it were) all the time!
I could get my postal scale today. That would be fun!
I read all of your posts, and I understand what you’ve been saying. But we do try to have fun here. It’s one of the few places on FR where folks can come to relax. And let off steam, if needed.
We all try to listen to each other and if we can’t help, we try to comiserate, at least.
The Lower Levels are rather interesting, but you’d probably need a guide there, as the walls and doors have a tendency to shift. Or ripple.
Still, you’re most welcome to stay, if you wish. We promise not to call you names or throw rocks at you. Mostly because the rocks might penetrate the outer skin and I have no idea what that would do; maybe it would be like blowing up a balloon and releasing it before it was tied.
;o]