Alicia88
Here's a picture of your home's future -
I assume your water hasn't broken or you wouldn't be at home checking out TCS. Correct?
Welcome back! Take very good care of yourself. You were missed, you know!
Shall wait (im)patiently for pics!
That means possible FORL. I took a video of him chattering and a picture of the possible molar in question and sent it to the vet. So much for brushing Leroy's teeth every single day 
He always gets a bald spot on his head an as allergic reaction to something. I'm pretty sure it's from the last batch of raw I made with Blue Ridge, chicken I think. Leroy has eaten Blue Ridge in the past and had no issue. But Emma oddly got acne from it so I switch to HT. I bought Blue Ridge again recently because the pet store didn't have HT. I have a new batch of raw with HT rabbit made up so I'll start feeding that.
In 2003 we had a real doozy of a blizzard in the Denver area. Roger, quite sensibly, decided to stay at the office for the duration, since it was unlikely that he'd be able to make it through the neighborhood roads to get home, and highly likely that he'd get stuck in a snowdrift if he tried. So, the second day I looked out our front window and discovered that the county had actually plowed our road!
I called Roger to tell him he could come home and went out to shovel the driveway for him. I was about halfway through this task when I looked up and suddenly realized that I'd been mistaken; the county had, indeed plowed our road, but the plow had turned around just short of our house (we live on a cul-de-sac), leaving one of those huge snowplow drifts running clear across the street just before our house. The road was now more impassable than before the plow had come!
I haven't been here in a few days, messing about the car which is now running again.
There's a Science Fiction and Fantasy convention that I've been going to for the last three years, called Myths & Legends Con. And every year on Saturday night there's a presentation of fairy tales just for adults, because these are the original versions. And every year they end it with a request for suggestions of which fairy tales to do next year.
You sure have better neighbors than we do.In 2003 we had a real doozy of a blizzard in the Denver area. Roger, quite sensibly, decided to stay at the office for the duration, since it was unlikely that he'd be able to make it through the neighborhood roads to get home, and highly likely that he'd get stuck in a snowdrift if he tried. So, the second day I looked out our front window and discovered that the county had actually plowed our road!
I went inside to call Roger and tell him not to come after all, and discovered that he'd already left. So I went back out and tried to walk to the corner, to head Roger off at the pass, so to speak, because I was afraid that he might have trouble turning around if he actually turned onto our street. I was wading through around 2, 2&1/2 feet of snow, on top of liquid water, and the going was extremely hard. In fact, it was impossible. I kept falling down. I landed soft each time, because the snow was breaking my fall, but I was also getting soaked because ultimately I was landing in all that frigid water underneath the snow.
My neighbor across the street looked out of his window and saw what was happening and came out to help me get up (I was having a lot of trouble because there was nothing solid to brace on). Then he sent me back into the house, waited for Roger to come and told him what was going on, and went back into his own house to call the county and give them a piece of his mind about what they'd done to our street. Roger parked and got into the house where he picked up a few supplies to take back to the office with him, and then managed to turn the car around quite nicely (proving me wrong about that) and went back to the office. And, because of that neighbor, the next morning before I had even awakened the county had sent someone out to finish plowing our street, after which the neighbor had come over and used his snowblower on our driveway and then returned home to call Roger at the office and tell him that all was clear.
Admittedly, I have some remarkably good neighbors, but I really don't think you need to worry about what the neighbors thought. If they saw you, their thoughts probably went something like this: "Ouch! How awful! Boy am I glad that wasn't me. Whew!"
Margret
I don't know what this version could be that you say is not fit for TCS. The original story which I heard when I was quite small and have in a German edition of the collected Grimm's tales had nothing at the end or anywhere that would be objectionable, it is called "Briar Rose" in German. (This edition of the Grimm Brothers' tales even has them in the Frisean dialect if they were collected that way, Frisian is close to Dutch and is spoken on the German coast of the North Sea, I have a really hard time reading it and even harder hearing it spoken. The Fisherman and his Wife where she is ever asking for more and more until she is back in the old hut when she asks to be like God) is one of them and I had heard that since I was before school age in the Frisian dialect).
I know what you mean. I am Agnostic living in a Mormon town. I actually had one mother refuse to let her son play with mine and then claimed (to anyone who would listen) that I am a Demon.
The version I heard is that Cinderella didn't have glass slippers, but a glass knife. (at least I think it was Cinderella)
quite a few agnostics, atheists and other non-believers on this site.