Just me.

Yes, do! And I still want to know if they're edible.

Hoober, you're sharp!

Based on the comments, I may have found MY PEOPLE!
1. I no longer have ferrets. I had up to 4 at a time. We, meaning family, began co-habitating with the little devils in 1986 when my eldest son brought one home from the pet store. A common saying amongst Ferret folks is, "They're like chips, you can't have just one".
2. Yes, they're edible. Survival 101, almost all reptiles and ALL mammals can be eaten by humans.
3. Overcrowed conditions? In what context? Us, the ferrets, The Malthusian theory of overpopulation, What?
4. No, actually, picking the right undergarments is the hardest part. Sweet words and Jack Daniels makes them very pliable.
5. Questions answered.

Tomorrow is busy. Painters coming by to finish the parts they missed or did half-a**. Headed up into central Fl to look at a few acres for a weekend retreat. Then hanging new industrial style pendant lamps in the arch over the sidewalk. Soon the house will be back up to standard and I'll have most of the things done we'd planned to do before shortstack got sick. ( Shortstack was a term of endearment for my late wife, 4'11" tall )

OK Ferret,
I think you'll make it in the shark tank.
Hoober already said what I would have said had he not said it first, so no point repeating.

Just copy and paste his comment in here.

Do you know how to copy & paste? It is a required basic skill if you want to blog here on CS.

Thanks Unfayzed. I've learned over the years to simply ignore those who need a reaction/attention to feed their need. Mainly, right now, this minute I'd like to find an activity partner for, comedy clubs, museums, perhaps some of the experimental stuff at the Straz. I've always enjoyed community theater.

How do you edit your own comments? I'm a bit ocd/cdo about my spelling, punctuation and I need to correct some mistakes. Even after checking edit and comments, all I'm allowed to do is delete.

I did from the get-go. 45-68. It was painfully obvious that none of them actually read my profile.

Thanks Molly. Thought I'd covered all that in the settings and to be sure, just went into my account and made sure. As I become more familiar with this site, I'll refine it. I'm not new to dating sites or blogging or Forums. (I date back to the old typing only chat rooms) It's just my nature to complain about everything, then pull my head out of my tuchus and fix it.

Well, I inherited him. I'm his legal guardian and stepdad. He was given the choice of being adopted by me when his adoptive G-mother (my wife) passed, but he was happy with the arrangement we have.

It's not that I mind getting dinged, cut, and bruised or pull a muscle now and then. The part I mind is how long it takes to heal....Oh to be 17 again.

Taking the 15 yr old to Doc today. Head stopped up, Hacking, gakking, loose as a goose, BUT, still able to crawl to his PC and play video games. Little turd.

"It's easier to just fix it, then no complaining required.
One less step in the process laugh". Nah, actually enjoy being a curmudgeon in my dotage.....

Yeppers KNenagh, busier than when I was working. A large blended family requires time and love. And TY, When it's time, someone will come along that'll be right for me.

Oh Un....! Good, funny choice of words.

Meant to, tried to, and now, am finally taking a little trip to the interior of darkest Florida....Found a couple of acres that look promising in Inverness.

I've been hijacked tonight. Mz toots and I are making fresh Mozzarella. Letting it set, then the cheesecloth and squeezing the curd to get the whey out. Wish us luck.

WE HAVE CHEESE! We curdled the cheese, then we sqooze the cheese, then we stretched the cheese, and now, we're going to cut the cheese......any and all puns appreciated......

Sunday, and it's not a day of rest. Can't help myself, just gotta finish those projects that I've assigned me.

Hoober you are absolutely right. I stand corrected. In order for them to have been "authentic" cuban sandwiches, I would had to have them flown, Fedexed, or parcel posted to me from Cuba. In my haste and hubris I tried to give credence to my lowly homemade facsimiles.