I worked at a place where our Christmas party was a meal/prayer/breakfast meeting combo.

I think location makes such a massive deal. I didn’t experience any of this until I moved to the city, and then only on certain streets/areas.

Surya Bonaly tweeted me once and IT WAS AWESOME. My inner 16 year old screamed in delight.

He’s an easy target because it requires no work on anyone’s part. Just frothing outrage on Twitter and then move on.

I “washed” my hair in olive oil and put a shower cap over it. Left it like that for a day. Washed my hair and gave it a comb. They were gone.

I have 2 boiled eggs, 1 slice of buttered gluten-free bread (medically required by a real doctor, sadly), 1/4 avocado, a few baby tomatoes or a couple slices off a big tomato, a fruit, and a homemade latte. That keeps me full to about 1.

I eat Glutino english muffins. They’re corn. I actually like them a lot better than I ever liked english muffins, something I never thought I’d say about gluten-free anything.

I’ve been told the ones we get have been processed in the same facility as wheat, so depending upon when the machine was cleaned, it can make a difference. But, it’s not a consistent difference, so I don’t have a clue.

It could even be a location thing! It’s weird because some don’t bother me. Others have - and we’re talking the same brand/type! So I switched and never had the problem again with oats.

For those who are super, super sensitive, there are even pure oats now. Some, but not all, oats bother me - and it’s inconsistent even throughout a brand. i.e. I can have a box of Quaker and it’s fine. Next box, I get sick. So I stick with pure oats now.

Ativan.

Even the kindest and gentlest of men aren’t always when they are drunk. Dad realized that and never drank again.

That wasn’t my experience. Whenever we played boardgames with the kids, my husband and I would go get the scotch bottle. As the kids got older, they’d laugh pretty hard about it. Now they are grown up, they just bring us the bottle with a straw as a joke. :)

Mom likes to tell her version of the story where she told him he’d better kill her the next time he hit her because otherwise she’d knife him in his sleep, but at least they can laugh about it at this stage. Mind you, it’s been 60 years... ;)

See, in my family, we have the story about one of my much older than me brothers. That “what else” is one of those stories that sticks with you as a kid...as a teen..as an adult...as a 40 year old woman...

We did that, but mixed with cranberry juice if they wanted it. The 18 year had a cider over Christmas and a bit of milled wine, but that was it. The 16 year old turned down the wine because he wasn’t interested and wanted mulled apple juice instead.

I asked Dad once. He said, “Yup, and I was a the worst kind of person you can imagine. And then I came home once and hit your mother. I never drank again after that.”

the right to know where you came from trumps those desires.

I’m also adopted, so they can’t even say anything back to her. because she did do her part ;)

I think that’s the dumbest rule ever. But this dress sucks.