(smile) I'm glad I avoided this. I lived at home until I was 25. I'd gotten my dog when I was nine. When I went to college I couldn't bring myself to leave her behind, nor to have her leave the other...
My much beloved Lady is off to the dealer for her 65,000 mile checkup. And (at least) new brake pads. My guess is that will include front brake discs. (wince)
Finally broke down and got a place set up to work with all the computers, and my awesome, favorite chair. Next I guess I'll break down and get a large monitor again.
"..., dogs and cats living together, ...", Peter Venkman. Doesn't seem that bad. Now if that was a beer tap, I could see why you wouldn't want dogs and cats living together.
So many ways to put it, the will to fight, the will to win, the mental is to the physical as nine to one, and on and on. This is a very good way to put it: "Not me, not here!"