Thank you thank you thank you!

My nine y.o. daughter mentioned somebody's period the other day out of the blue (her best friend has an older sis). I tried to start a conversation and was shut down in a BIG way. Meaning she's getting her "information" from other nine-year-olds.

Okay, I am cooking-impaired: when do you add the tomatoes and avocado? Don't they make the sandwich soggy?

I must make grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon a part of my life.

I've never heard anyone confuse the meaning of "capable" and "funny," either.

I've noticed that the funny stories my women friends and I tell each other- the ones that crack everyone up- tend to be a bit more existential or observational, while my guy friends still tell the same dumb boner and fart jokes.

I've heard if Munchausen's by proxy before, but I'm still...

I am mad at the doctor's office for lying on that sign! It completely erodes their credibility. If they simply stated that it was their policy to provide teen patients with the opportunity to speak privately with a nurse/doctor, then the mom is totally in the wrong. Having lied about the law makes the clinic look…

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I tried this kinda by accident a few years back when I was doing food elimination experiments to see what (if anything) was triggering some autoimmune symptoms I was having. I subbed coconut milk for regular milk.

I was joking. :)

Yes, I used him deliberately as a symbol of someone who fought against the Israeli occupation of Palestine, which the US has always supported, and nevertheless felt enough solidarity with the US on 9/11 to give blood to help the victims. I'm not making him out to be Gandhi.

So you're saying if I get really winded and sweaty and I can't talk, I'm exercising vigorously?

Oh, God. I really wish I hadn't Googled "Goliath birdeater."

"I'm asking you, what's wrong with the women?"

Sheriff Grudek is an ultra-maroon.

I am paraphrasing David Lynch, because he summarized exactly how I feel every time I read a story like this (and I become very dangerous to approach):

Do you think they were the origin of the expression "joined at the hip"? They were so famous I could imagine their lives becoming a metaphor for too much togetherness.

I know. They were just hanging out, minding their own business, when some jackass with a sledgehammer starts destroying their home. I'm sure if you asked him today he'd have infinitely preferred to leave them alone!

I love them. I do. As individuals.