Cooks Country’s Icebox Key Lime Pie is perfection. I don’t know if it is authentic but it is delicious and pretty easy.

Thank you! I wasn’t sure so I went with typical spelling.

I foolishly thought it was going to be the NASCAR fight that happened. That was some playground level fighting.

Or CJ Craig. She was all about the wolf highway on one of the Big Block of Cheese episodes.

I love both of those books. And loved reading to them to my kids. When we moved to Boston around the time I was nine, all I wanted to see were the ducklings and duck boats. Screw that Paul Revere, Bunker Hill, and tea party crap.

I’ve had to pedal downhill before but at least I could stay on my bike. That looks terrifying. I wonder what a 60+ mph tailwind feels like. I’ve ridden a long flat with a 10 to 15 mph tailwind and it was glorious.

I drove up to the day I went into labor/was induced. It’s uncomfortable (as is existing in the last weeks of pregnancy) but not any more dangerous than driving normally is. Except you run the risk of not being to get in and/or out of your vehicle if the car next to you is too close.

I drive through Thorpe on my way to my mom’s. They have a sandwich shop named Thorpedos.

That’s awesome! I found a great women’s charity where I live that helps incarcerated women. And I’m going to put in for a company match. I get perverse pleasure in having the large companies (both weren’t that horrible, but still) I work for donate money to the progressive charities I support.

Wow. I didn’t know that about ACL surgery. My knee issues are more bone and cartilage related.

Not all women stayed home. Some wore red. Some didn’t shop. Some refrained from doing housework. Some made donations. Or a combination thereof. The organizers were very clear that many women couldn’t participate by staying home from work.

I would have bet real cash money they dated in the late 90's.

The are the ying and the yang of each other.

I don’t shave much in winter (I live in MN so my legs don’t see light for five or six months a year). I do enjoy the feeling of fresh shaved legs.

Holy crap re missing ligaments. I grew out my leg hair one winter in solidarity with my daughter who has darkish body hair and was getting teased. It was long enough to play with - may be an inch? It waved in the breeze and tickled me my first run in shorts. Shaved right after. The sensation was too bizzare for…

Team Chest Hair!

You should have done something about poop. I share those stories with my son and we have a nice moment.

Had he been at the art museum across the river punching the nazis guarding the “traditional” art the week before, I would have probably touched his special place. But smoke bombs in the newly renovated state capital? Nah.

I’m shaking and crying in my cube as I try not to cackle at this. Well done.

I live in St Paul and there’s a lot of truth here.