I want to hear romantic swelling orchestra music to that video when golden lab takes in her beautiful dream becoming reality.

Resale would likely be less than half if it was directly sold by her, and less than a tenth of the value in cash (a bit more for store credit, but relative doesn’t shop there, just brings items that the higher end places won’t buy/consign) at a place like Buffalo Exchange-although my guess is the store people would…

There was a coffeehouse I used to frequent that sold softball sized macaroons. That’s the way to indulge yourself. The all at once overindulgence (instead of nibbling at a bunch of small ones that in fact make you pace yourself and then you eat even more) will set your craving free for the next 12-14 months. You can’t…

Asking for a friend. Yes, a friend. Um....

I like “maroons”. It makes me think their heads go purple-red from trying to process ideas that differ from their own ego inflamed minds, and the ensuing emotional meltdown.

I let a loud and rather potent one go at my seat in my bathrobe as my cat was lounging directly below. She immediately retaliated and nipped the back of my bare thigh. I had it coming.

Thirty? Not limited there. Try mid forties and still struggling to find something in myself that others value: financially, emotionally, and creatively. That’s not a poor me statement. I know I have real value. Problem is, it translates to worthless play monopoly money through others’ eyes.

Just some added trivia: Weev dated Shanley Kane (of Twitter’s garbage fire #daddydiscourse drama.)

Exactly. It ebbs and flows with talent and writing. It has had many peaks that can be a comparison point to new writers and performers.

I’ve been following the artist on twitter, anxiously awaiting when t-shirts will be available for this. I must wear it on November 8.

You did the right thing, as awful as you may feel. Don’t apologize for it later, and every time he tries to revisit this in the future, end the conversation.

Made a kale potato soup that was pretty easy. Threw an egg into my hot bowl for more protein, and a splash of olive oil and greek yogurt. Yum

Depending on their age, they might be able to handle this themselves. Not talking about babies or toddlers, of course. However, once they can dress themselves on their own, I think having to take the first steps to tidy up isn’t too much to ask. Sarah Silverman wrote about stoically changing her clothes/sheets on her…

If you can afford it, I think a night nanny is a great use of income. As long as the nanny maintains a kind boundary and routine about where and when the kids sleep, and determines when they really do need something. And new parents get a full night sleep. Good for the kids, good for everyone.

I dunno, a part of me wonders if that’s five star top of the line heartstring pulling manipulation. I’m not a mom though, so I’m more immune, I suppose (or blackhearted...but nah, not really). I’ve been a nanny and teacher. If at that age she really believes her mom has truly abandoned her, that might be something to…

I hear the fire concern, but if a parent is weary from months or ghads, years of sleep debt, I imagine all the other things that could go wrong.

I’m not usually much of a violent person, but I’m ok with this.

I don’t get the desire to punch baby creatures, but to consume them....unharmed though. Some weird cross wiring of predatory and maternal instincts. I see them and I just want to maaarghm them up whole in a single swallow. They’ll be nice and warm and safe inside.  

I know your pain. Even though it didn’t fit the category exactly, I just posted about a dog that rolled in and ate a carcass, only to vomit it up again and I had to clean it. Forgot to add I vomited myself in the process. I can never forget that smell.