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That's what my husband was like; he was pretty sure he wanted a kid, but he knew I didn't. We honestly promised each other to keep an open mind to changing feelings on the subject, and he thought that being with me was worth maybe never having a kid. His mind changed, mine didn't. We're in our mid-40s, together and

Why, thank you; that's very kind! Seriously, even with pretty decently "you can be whatever you want"-type parents, it was still an astounding revelation to me as a teen when I figured out that I didn't want to have kids; that's how deeply-ingrained the "of course you want to have kids" mindset/expectations are. So

I realized as a young teenager that I had no desire to ever have children. I had a great childhood, loving parents - ended up with zero desire to have kids, as did my only sibling. I'm in my mid-40s now and have not ever changed in that feeling. Fortunately my husband, who initially thought he maybe wanted one kid,

That's actually from the CEO of the Czech studio where the bannee works, so not surprising.

The iOS update is out as well; just installed it and the splash screen confirms the "Prime Music" option.

Agreed - the couple I've been to in the suburbs of Chicago have similar problems with their produce.

The sweater sleeves appear to be cuffed - rolling them down will cover the shirt sleeves completely. And it doesn't look too tight to me.

Translation: Lazy-ass waitress constantly nags managers about wanting to go home. On one busy night, a manager gets annoyed at this, fills up the waitress' entire section, and *then* tells her she can go home after those are all gone. (Plus the restaurant never lets other waitstaff pick up a coworker's tables for

Jesus. My husband got bitched at for being a teeny bit too loud for maybe 30-60 seconds on an otherwise deserted MUNI bus, when he was just learning his dad had cancer. Cranky old biddy just could not fucking accept the apology and drop it already; she had to go on and on way louder than he'd been about how fucking

I take the commuter rail (Metra, not the L) in Chicago, which uses the regular train tracks. My husband described being delayed by one "grade crossing incident" (translates to "hit something or someone") that struck a pedestrian by telling me, "They were using *small* bags to clean up the pieces."

I envisioned Clippy popping up with this statement.

That's my father-in-law. I try my best to minimize going out to restaurants with him. I cringe when my husband introduces him to our favorite restaurants because I'm worried he'll abuse the staff; once I asked him if we were allowed back at our favorite sushi joint after a lunch outing. (He "only" made a few mild

Ugh, reminds me of my days working in a chain eat-in restaurant where chicken wings were freaking popular - and of course they took the longest to cook in the deep fryer out of any of the fried foods we had. At one point, for whatever reason, we were out of chicken wings for an extended period, maybe 2-3 weeks? Of

Hobgoblin is not an IPA, which kind of makes his point for him.

Awesome plan. Spike with a potentially deadly medication AND make the patron think that place has shitty health practices. (BTW, doesn't cause diarrhea - but can cause vomiting, breathing problems, tremors, even coma.)

And you'd better be confident enough that you know you're getting the real picture. I posted in another discussion here that in the Giffords shooting, someone who was concealed carrying and came upon the scene nearly shot the man with the gun... who was a bystander that happened to have just taken that gun from the

Agreed. In the Giffords incident, there was a man nearby who helped subdue the shooter, and who was concealed-carrying - but he almost shot the guy who'd wrestled a gun away from the shooter, instead. Fortunately he hesitated long enough to see what was really going on, and ended up helping to wrestle the guy down.

That's by the guy who wrote the "Extra Virginity" olive oil expose (started as that New Yorker article, then became a book) about the adulteration of olive oil with other oils, etc. So if anyone knows how to figure this out, it's probably him.

Just checked this - it looks like the first recipe has alerts for St. Louis, MO, and you have to change the feed to get your location?

I think it may partially be the kind of label that dictates what glue is used. I'm a homebrewer and find that PBW (Powdered Brewer's Wash, by Five Star) gets most beer bottle labels off with no fuss. But there are these plastic-based labels that require manual peeling off and they leave behind this nasty, persistent