Angry, hissing, cat.

I teach for them. Nicest stained glass people on the planet.

Did you need to restore the stained glass? Did Preston do it? I found you on IG. If you get a follow from Artisan Restoration, that’s me.

This is deserving of a preservation award! So many times the big, converted warehouses get the kudos, but this is just as important - maybe even more so.

The has-been who never was is a has-been again.

Me, an atheist who was raised in a fundamentalist family: do they not see Revelation playing out? It’s right there. All of it is right there.

I’ve run a marathon like this. It’s a mile loop around a local park.

Our shop was close by (and also had a smokestack) and I always loved the octagonal?
hexagonal? shape of that smokestack.

As usual, I am compelled to post that our’s is bigger.

Box mac and cheese is great! I don’t eat it these days because I want to live a longer, healthier life. But if someday I’m in hospice, I’m gonna request the tiny noodles and the neon powder cheese and be happy at the end.

Packing paper is higher in needed calories.

Still eating kitten food. Can we all just eat kitten food?

I don’t know those exact numbers, but I have heard that the development is more successful than expected. Which I am glad about. Something was mentioned in the mayoral debate about the disposition of the third ward $10M and S said it needed to be bonded. The whole process has been opaque, imo.

I was just having a back and forth with a friend of mine about the money. I think some people (from other wards) think it’s already spent or that a commission is in charge of it. They want us involved, to attend meetings. Cool. I’ll be attending council meetings asking about the $ whenever I can.

Hi. 3rd ward UCitian here. Neighbor to Smotherson and friend of Crow and oh boy did both candidates have some big strengths and weaknesses. S is still pro-Costco. Those of us in the 3rd ward just want to know where the money is. C kind of lives in a 1st/2nd ward bubble, but knows how to be mayor.

I wonder if Gen Z and Millennials will take all that back when re-entry happens.

Probably the state. Page is the worst. It gets better west of the St. Louis city limits, but that line of good vs bad is pretty obvious.

I mean, sure. There are design flaws. But honestly, it still makes sense.

It should scare ol’ pookie, here. City folk are gonna poke fun at him for that get up and his feelings might get hurt.

My situation was different - we didn’t have to cash out retirement funds. We sold our big house and purchased a cheap, smaller house and fixed it up. But not having a mortgage freed us up to start our business. The only people who think you need to have a mortgage are the banks.

As a young boomer/old genX I feel like my shelves full of DVDs and CDs and the player that we’ve kept running somehow vindicate me.

Then there’s the “I love what you’re doing with nanotechnology…” My friend, I’m a contractor.

Maybe TMI, but the sewer in our commercial building was a wreck and we had to replace the line inside. Yes, because of all of the above, but also because of the plastic *wrappers* for all of the above. Unbelievable.

It’s a very long story told to me by a friend who was into hard drugs at the time and trying to pay with Susan B Anthony dollars, but I must quote an anonymous dope man: “Ain’t no bitch on no money.”

Yeah, it’s a much scarier place, now. Though I haven’t checked it since I deleted my account.

I signed up in 2009 - the year I got my teaching certificate. Because a colleague said that there were great teacher posts and that she’d learned a lot. Twitter was only 3 years old and I was able to just get my name as my handle.

You know, people may be dismissive of the the trades, but at least I get to wear comfortable shoes all day. (Looks lovingly at her *men’s* Keens because they fit perfectly.)

Astragal.

Maybe not sexual, but kind of something a middle schooler would say to mean something else. In fact, we have a situation here at work where we need a “big, wide, astragal” and I had to explain to my son what it was.

Was she as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs? (C’mon people. I know we have more.)

My mother was from the south and had a few idioms that she used. I have never heard that one. I guess “mad as a wet hen” was off the table.