H/T Susan for the pic.
. . . so I pulled the drawer out to re-glue it and a squatter moved in.
We have found the whereabouts of Shreddinger’s Cat.
It’s downstairs even as I type this.
Virginia Beach is not a city.
Virginia Beach, as much as I love my home state (you can take a Virginian out of Virginia, but you can’t take Virginia out of Virginian), is a suburb with a thyroid condition.
This is a city.
In case you wondered what a hospital bed looks like
undressed without any bed clothes (TWUUG meets at a local hospital).
Frankly, that’s about the closest I want to get to one.