It's also kind of hard to do. Why do people do this? Save the effort, Cap'n Shift.

THANK YOU.

DD is starting to come to California, which makes my CA relatives happy, and me totally confused.

Perhaps. Odds are higher if he doesn't re-pudge. GotG Pratt looks a little hungry and haunted to me. But, like Anna Faris, I, too, am a feeder and prefer a chunkier partner.

Oh, and congrats! Don't read labor stories or let ladies tell you theirs.

Even if you get hired next week, you wouldn't tell an employer until at least 12 weeks anyway. And it's unlikely you'd be gone for leave until you'd been there for most of a year. They shouldn't be huge dicks about it.

Enjoy this list of ridiculous bloody marts in Chicago:
http://www.thrillist.com/drink/chicago/…

I think I'll do this after my two dirtbag kids go to bed. Thanks for the list!

That's a solid point. Even with this clothes they sell at Sears, the K3 girls don't claim to actually design them.

They are super rich. Kind-of-rich white ladies volunteer.

Tell me more about this. I feel like I'm always telling my kid it's okay to ride home in the car naked or that we're all hungry. I have the first-aid kit, though, but it doesn't have the "right" adhesive bandages.

Being married to David Cross must come with a certain amount of secondhand vapors which may lead to such florid prose.

Pretty sure you're right. Cat!

And yet, it cannot explain why my party ventured in to a southern Indiana Cracker Barrel on Father's Day after spending a nice weekend at Lebowski Fest in Louisville, Kentucky. Other restaurants exist!

Because it was probably ornamental kale (not lacinato or red russian kale), the real hardy stuff you often see in decorative planters. I used to sell this to chefs, and while it's disgusting, you can eat it and it holds up for a good while particularly when chilled hard.

Yes. Fort. Like Sutter's Fort. You use this when you mean "a thing I do well." And for-tay when you're talking about the musical notation.

I once asked a Cracker Barrel waitress in downstate Indiana what grits are (I genuinely had no idea, being a Californian with no Southern ties) and she responded with, "Y'all don't know what grits are? Grits are grits." Hashtag tautology.

Agreed. The trademark thing alone is eye-rolling, but any time someone starts a sentence with "As an artist" I get punchy.

And you know she made them read that book she wrote, Modeland, featuring a heroine named Tookie de la Creme.

He's Canadian.