Yes, I'm sure that sentence wouldn't come up often. :headshake

Keens make my feet stink more than any other footwear I have worn. Ever. It's really remarkable.

What I find help reducing stinky feet (my own, hihi) is rock salt. I bought mine online but they sell these deodorant salt bars at the grocery stores. After shower, rub the salt rock on your feet. The salt will kill the bacteria on your feet and soon there will be no more smell. :D

We sell an unpasteurised cheddar called Keens.
Funnily enough it smells of feet.

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Guide dog lands spot in yearbook next to girl he takes care of: 'They're such a great team'

I like it too! interesting that there are sisters in the same grade (probably sisters, Benke isn't a very common name, eh?)

on a differnt topic, I *AM* getting up to finish the yardwork now. and by finish now, I mean go outside and and turn off the chipper.

More likely cousins.
My guess anyway.

Has your chipping made you chipper?

In our high school yearbook, photos for grades 9-11 were mixed in all together alphabetically, only grade 12 got to have a separate section. So they might not even be the same age. But also, fertility treatments continue to keep the rate of fraternal twins/triplets high. This coming year, our Kindergarten (110 students in total) has 4 sets of twins, and 2 sets of triplets.

never even thought of cousins. It's usually sisters in my experience. Like Clod says, many twins. Our swim team of 70 has three sets... And two non-twin sisters in the same grade. But no cousins.

I thought of cousins because my sister's family all live in the same town.
Abs went to the same school that both her Aunts went to (ME! one of them anyway) and three cousins. Okay they had different surnames.
It's strange for me, because my Dad was almost of a different generation than his brother; my cousins are so much older than me (and live in London). I didn't have an extended family growing up and felt a little rootless because of it. It affected my sister too, only with her it made her determined to put down roots.

Of course Abs has twin boys now, and in fact they have twin cousins on their Dad's side. All conceived naturally. They're unlikely to end up in the same school just because of the way County lines are drawn. But they may be in the same school as their mother's aunt's youngest child (I am rubbish at proper names for family ties) because they are only a few years younger.

Today a friend of mine from HS came to visit and pick up some cupcakes. We have been in touch a fair bit ever since our 20th reunion five years ago, but for one reason and another, never actually caught up in person. I guess one of the main reasons is that he has cancer, so has been pretty busy with treatment. His prognosis is not good. I know we've all moaned about cancer before, but it just really sucks for my friend. He's the same age as me and he has secondary lung cancer. The first was in his brain, and they had to do a fair amount of structural damage to his face to get rid of it. They have improved things for him somewhat, but he still thinks he looks like a freak and has been very reclusive for the last year or so, in particular since he got his latest news. He stayed most of the day just chatting while I was doing cupcakes and stuff. It was like nothing had changed, but everything was different. He's still the 16 year old boy who stole my first kiss (although I gave it willingly), but he's now a man facing his own mortality and dealing with preparing his wife for what is most likely an untimely end for him some time in the next few years.

Anyway, I just feel so abjectly useless. I know it's not about me, but he is the last person who deserves this. He's the sort of person who just helps people. I kid you not, he tried to help out a mate who had a broken leg by mowing his grass for him half way through his last round of radiation. That's the kind of person he is. Selfless to a fault. Anyway, I wish I had a magic wand. All I have is fucking cake.

We don't moan about cancer, Ali.
And you are not moaning now.
We say FUCK CANCER and struggle to deal with the fuckety-fuck it doles out. As you are doing.
Not a criticism, just shoring you up here.
You are not useless, except in the way all of us are useless in the face of cancer.
If you can acknowledge it to the sufferer you're miles ahead of useless.

Which is all coming the long way round to saying don't beat yourself up. And I really feel for you.
These days it seems like I'm holding my breath just waiting for the next person I know to be diagnosed.
I would almost rather it was me so I could get on with dying rather than living in guilt.
Note "almost".

Thanks Sundae. I guess in one way that whole big picture has been helpful with a croupy baby with the vomits tonight. Didn't seem half as bad as it might have if I'd not already been counting my blessings.

I bet that's a lot more than some friends have offered him. People get weird about illness, and no one wants to spend time with you anymore. I bet he enjoyed his afternoon with you far more than you can imagine.

Yups, I was thinking the same. You HAD cake. I'm sure it was fucking awesome. ;)