and how can I get in on that sweet talking-about money?

All the above, plus “you know what you’re getting.”

There are rules about what property and income are protected and, even for what isn’t protected, often a court order is required to, for example, order the sale of personal property. It’s possible to live quite well even with significant judgments against one.

I want Ken Burns to do a Shane Douglas biography. It would blend seamlessly into the themes of utter loss.

I put it above LC and PH on my personal scale, but still typically go to the LC near my house instead of ordering anything else.

Respectfully disagree. Caesar’s is cardboard, but Pizza Hut is just flavorless grease.

It’s been a long time since I did poli sci 101 but I’m pretty sure these people don’t understand what “socialism” means.

Well, you found new depths of rage I had forgotten were there...

Someone brighter than me once asked “Who cleans the toilets in Galt’s Gulch?” and I’ve used it repeatedly to bring my in-laws to a sputtering halt.

An adult? I can’t even get FIL to believe 40 year old spouse can safely drive to work in the winter.

This sounds like my in-laws. Were that the case, run, because it’s so much worse than you know.

My FIL, who would be okay with 6 calories a day, often has to take the paternal role and order for our table in family-style settings. Fortunately they insist on the tackiest bad places so I don’t mind my half slice of pizza or two neon orange wings.

My MIL had deadened her ability to taste anything, including heat, over her 70+ years. Every meal is an exercise in “what’s wrong with these kids...” for not making her food hot and/or salty enough.

It’s not that bad for me, but feels like it. My spouse, who I love dearly, would rather hang out with mom and dad than anyone else in the world. It’s not unusual for us to see them for three meals and both afternoons on a weekend.

I was reminded of a relative that likes to go to chain steakhouses, order all sorts of sides and such, then “split the bill?” because he offered to share all the extras he ordered. Yes, guy that makes six figures, let me subsidize that you wanted a spoon of potatoes and a spoon of broccoli.

I think Drew needs a Pinkham-style Funbag that’s all just crazy inlaw food stories.

15 years in, I have my MIL finally believing it won’t ruin her pizza if we order 1/2 her way, 1/2 so other people get something they like.

I’m in the grays, but just need to vent...

27 years now I’ve had this fear on my brain.

Friends’ mom died of this type injury while shopping in the local market. Dislocation damaged the artery and she bled out, internally, before they got her to hospital.