Fourteen years later, the kid comes out as non-binary, rendering the whole party absolutely moot.

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I know it’s probably a fabrication (kind of hoping it’s not), but the story has a purity about it that would make for good weekend Netflix bingeing.

My knockoff recipe (put together from other knockoff recipes) does marinate the chicken in pickle juice. But not for too long, otherwise it gets kind of strange.

Hopefully, 50-something Britney will be living in some small town (where the residents have been politely but firmly keeping her away from looky-loos), running a small but funky boutique where she sells customized baby clothes and raising a couple of kids into adulthood. Maybe she’ll participate in a local performance…

Can we get confirmation that water is wet, too?

She and the Great British Baking Show are both things I watch when I want to immerse myself in something creative yet calming.

She is who immediately came to mind when I saw this article.

Heh, she said “hard”. (Sorry, had to.)

Oh, I think you’d be surprised how much your niblings enjoy your presence, Laid-Back Uncle.

Behold! The childless uncle everybody has who tries too hard to be the Cool Uncle and always fails miserably!

You know that Wayne Gretzky quote “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take?”

How dare you put that into the universe.

I’m taking my bisexual*, non-binary kid to dinner and a Shakespeare play tonight. Does that have any kind of room on any kind of agenda?

Hell, I could go to the ER with broken legs and they’d ask me 1)when my last period was and 2)if I’ve tried losing weight “for my health”.

We have trees on the east side of our duplex.  It helps.  (The west side is a non-issue, at least for us.)

My AC has been on and off since May. Humidity in Oklahoma is ruthless.

I’ve met myself. Can concur.

Y’all ain’t right.  That’s a good floof.

Went on vacation with Mom and Kid earlier this month. Kid wanted to visit a locally owned/operated coffee shop. (They work at one here at home.) There was a sign saying (paraphrasing here) “We make each order fresh. It’s not fast food. There’s a McDonald’s for that.”