"not those, the sparkly ones!"

I finally got my 70 cases of toilet paper in case society runs out (or in case Anna Pavaga and her lovely sister ever decide to start doing naked gymnastics), AND I've also finally acquired my 12-year supply of bottled water in case the corona magically knocks out the water supply (or if I develop a meth habit and need to redeem teh bottles for cash money. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle! And be super-vigilant to look at everyone around you and never stop moving your body parts.)

In my neck of the woods, it looks like Skeletor is about to order people to stay home, cept if you wanna go for a hike or step over used needles and human fecal matter in the park.

Can't wait to see if the stay-home advice ratchets up into an order somewhere (my bet's on the Big, worm-infested Apple for that testing ground), and to witness the resulting rockets' red glare.

On a side note, hey LG I helped to find the stickers section during my day of mass hoarding yesterday... would you have ever agreed to kiss me, beneath the twilight of what would have been a once-shared solution during what would once have been a believable crisis by all?

I only ask because I admired your confidence, and the purple lights in your sneakers. I always liked girls who were unafraid to approach adults (they're usually quite smart, savvy, and home-schooled, in my personal experience). And, well, I always liked purple flashy lighty stuff.

You will be happy to know I did locate my tuna.