I don't think "King of the Hill" is in West Texas. Too many trees. It's close enough to Dallas that they're able to travel there pretty often. I always thought it was supposed to be in the Houston area, which would make the Hills neighbors to Reba and her clan.
Um, not even in the small town where I grew up and knew all my neighbors would I have ever presumed to knock on their door at 10:30 pm, not even to bring them cookies. I can't blame the woman for being scared, although suing the girls is kind of stupid, even if they did show poor judgment mixed with good intentions.
I was embarrassed to admit that I love the song "Read 'Em and Weep" until I learned that it was actually written by Jim Steinman, better known for the music he wrote for Meat Loaf, so it makes sense.
Forgot to add, the photo of the poor dazed cat having its head held up for the camera adds that extra little pathetic dig to the story. So sad. You buy hairless cats SWEATERS, not tattoos.
Even speaking as a tattooed person, I have to say this is HORRIBLE. First of all, the pets don't have any choice in the matter (ask yourself if it would be ethical to tattoo children?). Second, animals can die under anesthesia, and it shouldn't be used lightly.
When we got our first cordless phone, my dad would come up behind whoever was using the phone, push them, and say, "Go on, walk around! That's what it's for!"
And my parents, in their little town, still have pulse dialing. Push button phones, but pulse dialing.
I'm adopted. My adoptive parents first told me this when I was about three or four, and I grew up knowing that I had their full support any time I wished to look for my biological parents. I tried once or twice, but really didn't have enough information to go on.
Fast forward to 2000. I was bored that summer and taught myself HTML and put up a website. It was mostly a collection of essays, artwork, and photos. One of those essays was about being adopted. I referenced some relevant names within that essay.
In October 2001, I got an email from a woman claiming to be my birth mother. She turned out indeed to be my birth mother, but what's cool is how they found me (I never in my wildest dreams expected that my birth family would be looking for me also). My half-brother was searching for some of those same relevant names, and he got a hit off my website. He looked at the photos, decided I was who they were looking for, and notified our mother.
It was such a random happenstance I was tempted to start playing the lottery. :) What's even odder is that until 1997, she had been living within an hour's drive of me.
And my parents, in their little town, still have pulse dialing. Push button phones, but pulse dialing.
I'm adopted. My adoptive parents first told me this when I was about three or four, and I grew up knowing that I had their full support any time I wished to look for my biological parents. I tried once or twice, but really didn't have enough information to go on.
Fast forward to 2000. I was bored that summer and taught myself HTML and put up a website. It was mostly a collection of essays, artwork, and photos. One of those essays was about being adopted. I referenced some relevant names within that essay.
In October 2001, I got an email from a woman claiming to be my birth mother. She turned out indeed to be my birth mother, but what's cool is how they found me (I never in my wildest dreams expected that my birth family would be looking for me also). My half-brother was searching for some of those same relevant names, and he got a hit off my website. He looked at the photos, decided I was who they were looking for, and notified our mother.
It was such a random happenstance I was tempted to start playing the lottery. :) What's even odder is that until 1997, she had been living within an hour's drive of me.