My friend made brownies and gave me one. Couldn’t finish it. Not only could I taste the weed, I could feel it. (I have issues with texture when it comes to my mouth. Coconut is the worst.)

He’s not wrong - I can sit in one theater, watching a movie, and hear the explosion of another movie playing next door. It’s a bit disconcerting.

She looks so cuddly! I feel you on the sleep thing - I think I’m still working on catching up on long, baby-won’t-sleep nights nineteen years later.

Thank you Maya.  <3

Yes.  There’s a certain power in making a roomful of strangers laugh.

Yay, I can post to SNS before the second night of my play!

WHAT THE FUCK, MOM.

Mr. Duck and I were at a store, and we were snarking at each other because we couldn’t find what we were looking for. I forgot what was said, but he got the last word, and we both went down different aisles...

The less square footage there is, the less you have to clean up. (Hypothetically.)

They need a break from Trump.

Those names were just missing a “69" or “xxx”.  Big panty-droppers back in the days of ICQ and AOLChat.

Smoothly!  And MomDuck will be at a performance Saturday!  (This is a big deal - she doesn’t leave her neighborhood lately unless it’s for work or toilet paper.)

I don’t know if I’m using this particular verb correctly, being An Old, but...

Congrats! Enjoy baby Kender while they’re “little”. (I thought BabyDuck was big at 9 lbs 2 ozs, but WOW.)

I love your captions! That way I can coo over the kitties with their proper names!

I survived four-point-two hours of work and two play rehearsals.

That’s the worst they could come up with? “Warren is a dominatrix! She scarred this young, virile man!”

I don’t know if I could hug the murderer of a family member.

I’m so old that I remember sobbing into my popcorn during “ET”.

Oh, it’s Cubone!