Get mad at, or frustrated with, your smart phone, I-Pad, or other technological device. Eat a snack. Let the dog out. Rusty ETA on Saturday: Roll your eyes!

had breakfast for dinner Re- the answer for yesterday. My son and I were talking about this a couple of months ago - about when you know that someone is the "one". My son and his fiance met on line and chatted back and forth for a while before actually meeting. They met for coffee at a market place on the water front, they had coffee and went for a walk and my son knew she was the one.

"Also, illegal handicap parking...or what often appears to be illegal. The car has the placard for the handicap spot, but the driver's able to walk all over Costco. Hmmm...makes me think the handicapped person stayed at home." As someone who has a handicap placard, I hate seeing ignorant comments like this one. Yes, I can walk. Not quickly. Not ever without pain. Not without holding onto something (e.g., my husband, if he's with me, or a shopping cart even when Hubs is with me but we're at a grocery store or Costco). And some days are better than others. Some days, when first getting to a store, I can walk "ok." But as time goes on and I take more steps, walking becomes more difficult and more painful, and it's more obvious that I have a problem. If you truly think someone is abusing a handicap placard, ask to see their ID and paper from the DMV. It comes with the placard, and has the person's name on it. I keep mine in my wallet, and my wallet is always with me. Or use the camera function of your cell phone and take a photo of the person, the car license plate, and the placard (each placard has a unique number on it - just like a license plate does, or a driver license). Fill out a complaint form and send it along with the photos to the DMV. And pray that you never qualify for a handicap placard.

Posting on any social media, such as this one. I used to fall asleep at work (or rather black out) until I was diagnosed with sleep apnea, and once I started wearing a CPAP mask at night, that stopped happening.