Yeah, I had eaten many a Milk Bone before, so I volunteered to do it as part of a Gym for Jocks college class presentation about animal treats vs. human food. Except the small ones I typically had chomped to get a reaction from friends were replaced by a giant one. I think there are still pieces of dry crumb in my…

I don’t like sushi, but I’d go to this restaurant just to support that chef.

If only Michael had been affected by the firing and spared us all his WC failures.

Well said. I routinely eat with an older relative who is mad about food temperature, servers whispering and the restaurant temp. They are all things entirely due to herself, but she won’t own it.

My MIL is this way with soup. It’s an old people thing. Unless the bowl is melting she complains.

The white woman in the cowboy hat moves *just so* at one particular moment and that’s what triggered my puberty. True story.

Nice, but this (<i> I am not trying to blither about myself: rather, I am trying to respond to the person who says if you don’t like it, then leave. I don’t want to leave home </i>) is really resonating with me more than anything right now, after seeing my hometown this weekend. I hate absolutely everything about it,…

I am sitting on the computer tower hoping for sterilizing radiation as I read your comment.

This is brilliant. And true.

“Resent” is a big thing for me. I was raised in a demanding “do it now or I don’t love you” sort of house, to the point I’m over 40 and still prickle at people telling me what to do. Just pushes buttons. Pretty clear to me that I’m not parent material because I wouldn’t give that child a good life based on my own…

That’s really disappointing to read. I grew up in rec league play and always wished I’d had the chance (grew up in the middle of nowhere) to try for a travel team or the like. Knowing I’d have never afforded it helps dull some of the pain, I guess.

Great link.

I don’t know if my psyche can take more.

Ellis has a terribly system in place. “Boot it up/to the center to Wambach” worked for a great number of years, but it’s not working now. And there is no NuWambach that’s going to get headers out of nowhere to score. But instead of adapting to our strengths and roster, it’s the same old.

Abby W. has been one of the best, but every era must come to an end. She is either resting on her laurels or lacking a step. That can’t continue.

I love Abby as one of our all time greats, but the era has passed. She looks to be moving at low speed.

I’m an asshole to the dear sweet psychopath that gave me life, so usually when she’s ordering I’ll bring up stories of past meals. “Do you really want the baked potato? Remember that time it was cold and you talked about it to me every phone call for two years? Oh, the sirloin...but last time you had it here it was…

My aunt is still screeching about how the restaurant was wrong when they wouldn’t take four clearly home-photocopied “1 per table” coupons. Some people live in a bubble of entitlement.

But if you need to get the pipes cleaned out, that grease-like substance they use (because I’m sure not even the grease is real) works.

Would love to, but Family Drama is more painful than Restaurant Drama. And I have people that love their drama that know where I live. Sorry, servers.