My brother, in the 90s, had gnarly long curl hair that he did not know how to look after (I have the same hair, mine is never ratty and knotted and horrible). He used sit, when he was bored, and come through the snarls until he had a nice amount of hair, which he would roll into a ball and present to me.

That’s another thing I love about CA: the ease of obtaining a decent burrito.

That is sad. I remember writing to the mission for brochures and postcard to go with my project. I loved learning about the missions. I remember coming home and telling my parents about El Camino. I don’t know if I would have retained the same information if it had just been a boring essay.

Pomegranate and orange trees, too. Sigh. I had a neighbor who used to let his pomegranates rot on the tree.

That’s exactly how I feel! You said it a lot better than I did. Also, kits? Unacceptable. (I did Santa Ines. We had just moved to the US, so I had no idea what the hell missions were. What was your mission?)

eeesh. University Ave has gotten ridiculous! It used to be much more friendly and quaint and much less...full of Cheesecake Factories and, apparently, shops staffed with robots.

I don’t like telling people I grew up in Palo Alto because of the preconceived notions of what Palo Alto is like. I hated it so much when I lived there and it’s only gotten more obnoxious. However, it’s a beautiful place to live, near so many nice things, my parents are there (my friends aren’t - too absurdly…

This is something to consider.

I have been! The Badlands are great. We thought about going to Mt. Rushmore, but after the Badlands, it seemed...less interesting. Also, you can see it from the road and parking is $10.

Speaking as a short person, I have yet to try on a maxi dress that does not make me look/feel like I am a kid playing dress-up.

I am in the same boat. I keep trying sad little pony tails that don't stay in for more than twenty minutes.

I feel the same way. I actually forgot about it after episode 3.

I'm imagining someone walking around with a really heavy sporran.

Not heavy. Possibly inexperienced in the art of kilt-wearing. Possibly just exaggerating some back pain in order to get out of taking me out to dinner.

We call that "beet panic" in our house.

Yes. Column B with a smattering of column A. I mean, only an idiot would come up with a crap lie like that.

I wish I could. I am sorry this is causing you so much consternation and I wish it was in my power to help. Rest assured that I was initially as confused as you are but have had several years of reflection which have aided me in learning to accept that he was either an idiot who managed to suffer injuries due to…

Part of why I felt this qualified as the dumbest excuse I have ever heard is that he was unable to explain to me how the kilt, specifically, contributed to his subsequent back pain, but he claimed to be pretty sure it was the kilt and not anything else. I think he did feel that wearing pants would have been a better…

A guy I was dating flaked on a date because he apparently hurt his back wearing a kilt escorting his little sister to her prom.

"I hurt my back wearing a kilt."