Cantaloupe/muskmelon is a trash melon that contaminates everything it touches.
(I'm somewhat embarrassingly still in love with swing, after having been in vocal jazz in high school. And I very much get why there was a revival post Grunge; it was a pendulum swing.)
Tweaked my back. Might be dying. Probably actually dead.
Apparently I am too many years old to open a skylight with a pole hook.
"But what if Frog alone can fix it?"
Look who is incredibly proud of herself for having a perfect dental checkup.
Friends, I highly recommend seeing a '90s swing revival band 30 years on. They sounded fantastic. People were DRESSED and DANCING.
Was it like opening a time capsule of a time capsule? Sure! But a screaming horn section, a drummer that won't quit, and showmanship? Perfect.
Toss a few plecos in there. That'll fix it right up.
(I AM KIDDING.)
This is one month after scaring me & the doc about a potential abscess. $$$$ later, it turns out she'd likely just eaten ~something~ in secret.
So excited about this one! Spotting AI-generated student writing, advocating for unhoused writers, Kate Christensen, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Jeff VanderMeer, Kristi Coulter, & so much great work about writing!
It scares me whenever a post escapes containment.
Whaddaya mean it's not just me and three pals typing into the void?