A friend gave us “Hoot Owl Hoot” last year for our then 4 year old. It’s a cute simple board game that is mostly driven by chance with a tiny bit of strategy and its main attractions are that it’s a team game (either you all get the owls home before the sun goes up or you don’t) and best of all you can play a round in…

WHAAAT this is amazing. But yes, maybe I like it because it’s not in my kitchen taking up room.

My dumb apple corer always has the apple core shoved so tightly in there I nearly injure myself trying to pop it out. I should treat myself to a new one for the annual apple crumble I make.

I feel like the mango pitter is a crapshoot. You never know if it’s actually going to really fall over the pit or not. It works...sometimes?

my mom also got me a set of teeny tiny casserole dishes, like about that size. I’ve used them as salt cellars, ash trays and once, to give everyone at a dinner party their own portion of butter.

it is really pretty though! It could make a cool incense burner maybe. if you like incense.

My mom got me a chick-shaped pie bird because I was born on Easter and I’m her Easter chick. I don’t really get why she gave that to me because I’ve made zero pies in my life with zero on the way. It’s in a cabinet.

Those seem highly Anthropological (and cute!)

I find myself doing this when I’m following up with someone, aka being “pushy.” What I guess I really want to say is “Hey asshole, where is the thing you owe me” but instead it comes out more like “Just checking in! Just wanted to see if you could get back to me! Just in case you’re not too busy!” I strive to avoid…

aw.

Between the people who loathe children on planes and people who can’t deal with the security at airports, I’d like to know when it was exactly that flying was such a delightful experience, because as far as I can tell, commercial flying has sucked in general since probably 1955 and removing kids/pat-downs probably…

My only real reservation about leaving kids in cars was that my mom would do it when she went to the store sometimes and I would get worried that she was taking too long so I’d leave the car (I was past carseat age at this point) and go find her. This did not go down well but I remember doing it more than once. I…

God, the sitting on laps. That was so exciting and wonderful. Also, maybe we hung out. Did we smoke cigarettes together at the coffee shop?

I never went to these types of parties as a teen. Nobody invited me. I’m not saying I didn’t have a social life/didn’t do things my parents wouldn’t have liked but I did care what my parents thought of me, overall, and was a fairly cautious kid. I don’t know how I can trick my own kids into being the same way.

Agree with all of this: and I think the terribleness of pro football games intersects with just how not-fun it is to go to a game with lots of super-inebriated people. I too don't mind getting a buzz on: I once drank 4 large beers at US Cellular Field before a White Sox game even started because we were on the patio…

I’d say that if you gave me the chance to trade the experience of my team having won the World Series in the last 10 years for that of my team being more popular, I’d decline.

I happened to catch this and wondered then if there's ever been an episode (that they aired) where everybody was in the hole and nobody did Final Jeopardy (but we all still had to wait at home and hear the song before getting the answer.)

A lot of people I know hate the Chicago Air & Water show because of the noise and the inherent associations with war that come with the planes, but dammit seeing the Angels always gives me a thrill. So exciting, beautiful and a little bit scary, too.

This may be a babyish question but I always wonder why, during scary turbulence, an attendant or copilot doesn't remind people that turbulence isn't as bad as it seems (once they're done doing their jobs, of course). Sometimes that's just what I need—to look at an attendant looking bored to remind me it's not that big…

Honestly, something inside me wants to go back to an Olive Garden, just to revisit and rethink. I haven't been to one since, I don't know, high school?