OK Here's my story. My sophomore year of college I transfered, which meant moving from home into the dorms mid-year. So I was placed where there was a vacancy, not with people I knew. We were 4 girls to a room in a co-ed dorm. I moved in, but didn't see my roommates until about 3am when they came back from spring break... and woke me up. That was Sunday/Monday. One of the girls was clinically depressed, she didn't get out of bed for days. Until Thursday, when she went across the street to a gas station, bought a razor blade, slit her wrists and called 911. It was the 3rd time that year (the 2nd time was in the room... glas I missed that). Her parents came to take her home, so it was down to three of us. On Friday I walked in on another roommate selling pot. That weekend she snuck a keg into the room, her ex-boyfriend came and beat her up, and the police came (thankfully, I had gone home). She had been arrested for trying to return stolen books to the campus bookstore. She had to do community service, but most of what she did was dealt with by campus police, so she got a hand-smack. She was a cleptomaniac, claimed she could not go into a store without stealing something, even if was "just" a pack of gum, just liked the thrill. She went out to the bars on Thursday night and didn't come back til Monday afternoon. She went home with a different guy every weekend. One day she described to me all the places and positions of their weekend, but said the guy had not called her. She asked, "Do you think that was slutty of me?" I turned around and said "Not if he paid you well." The next year I moved off campus to share an apartment with 3 other girls. Two I had known in elementary school, but had moved away years before. One I had kept in very close touch with all those years. We were very excited to finally get to do that, after talking about it our entire childhood. It didn't go well. She drove me nuts! I haven't spoken to her since we graduated. The other two turned out to be great roommates, we had fun. I kept in touch for a few years, but eventually lost touch.

Nope, no little ones here. For those of you who mentioned the pickled eggs, over the past 40 years I have mentioned to people that I remember my parents' friend always serving hard boiled eggs floating in beets when I was a kid. People would give me a strange look and say they never heard of it. Now several of you mentioned them on this thread.

About 7, which is normal for me, but always interrupted because Gary gets up at 4:30 for work and I get up at about 6:45. We go to bed at the same time, but he usually drops off to sleep and I watch another hour or so of TV. The night before we both had only about 3 1/2-4 hours and we were hurting yesterday. Gary said he felt like a wet dirty dishrag!

I've really enjoyed what the day is famous for. You've been terrific at sourcing that out!!! The QOTD has always been fun too. Enjoy your retirement Sandy! bottle of water, pen and pad of paper (I often think of something important just before falling asleep), books, vaseline for my lips, lamp. And often a cat who likes to knock the book and bottle of water off the table.