Good link. I had no idea that memory foam wasn’t recyclable. That is bad news for all the mattresses that are now made primarily of that stuff.
I envisioned you pressing too hard and the thing exploding
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That sounds like an enjoyable routine, mart. The enjoyment of beer is a mystery to me, but ten thousand years of partaking suggests that the majority would disagree ![:grin: :grin:](https://forum.over50schat.com/images/emoji/apple/grin.png?v=12)
You seem to have a neighborhood of kind and social people. I’d be in big trouble if someone brought me cupcakes so often! You must have a lot of willpower.
Lucky you with the Kindle self-healing. I had that happen to a ceiling fan recently and I felt like I had won the lottery! It’s a great feeling, isn’t it!
Cul-de-sac living is the best. No better place to raise kids, in my opinions. Quite nice of you to help out with your neighbor’s plants.
We called that a family tradition at my parents’ house! Sorry to read about the damage.
That’s exciting! I am looking forward to reading about your adventures. Be sure to let us know about the wildlife. ![:rofl: :rofl:](https://forum.over50schat.com/images/emoji/apple/rofl.png?v=12)
It’s Africa hot this morning and dead still. Now that we have had Maggie for some time, I am starting to test her off leash to see whether she stays close, bolts, or wanders off. The sweet girl is an angel; she made sure she kept me in eyesight and came to me immediately each time I called.
This made me realize that I have not yet introduced Huckleberry Finn to the forum. We adopted him when we adopted Maggie; it was a matter of two different workers suggesting two different dogs when I requested a dog that that either had been injured, abused, or would otherwise be unwanted. Both had been shot, abused, and abandoned, so there was no way I could say no, sucker that I am. He is mostly Coon Tree Walker Hound, a breed with which I was mostly unfamiliar. Feral and berzerk at first, it took him forever to learn his name, he had zero eye contact, thrashed like a banshee when put on a leash, and the entire contents of the house became a chew toy to destroy. Just a few months later he has become a very good boy and I absolutely adore him:
BTW, that object behind him is a water gun that I have had to use when he and his brother decide not to go all the way downstairs to the grass to relieve themselves. I wish I had thought of a water gun when teaching my son to close the lid
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It’s bureaucracy day here at the house - bills, taxes, and other unsavory paperwork.
I hope you have a good day (and that no one has need to chase you with a water gun)!