Okay, did you hear about that woman who spent 60 or so years in an iron lung? Well, she died. Not only was she an artist, a writer, (using her toes), but she also had a love life supposedly. Anyhow, there was a power outage, and she was unable to be resuscitated. Now, I know that this sounds absolutely terrible, but why the heck didn't her family invest in an instant back up generator? Prepare for the worst people. . .that's my motto. If I was in an iron lung, I would demand at least four or five generators, and solar and wind power battery back up. I have had a lot of postings that were started and left unfinished. Maybe now that I am a brunette, I will be able to finish them. Yup, the hair is dyed shit brindle brown. Returning from a painful leg wax and hair dye, my dogs did not recognize me and Gibbles said I looked like Mia from Pulp Fiction. LOL. I wish.