As a long-legged person who has to spend economy class trips with my kneecaps pressing painfully into the seat in front of me, I appreciate the few more inches of leg room in the more expensive seats, and will pay for them (within reason).

I once agreed to swap seats so a mother and toddler could sit together. The three of us (mother, flight attendant, me) had a logistical discussion about it in which the flight attendant explained that the mother and child were disembarking at the first stop, and at that time I would move back to my original seat for…

Yeah, I’m wondering which airlines this works on. Not any I’ve ever flown. 

I’m still working on my chainmail dress. One step at a time geez.

Our grill is connected to the natural gas line. This has been particularly handy this year when we are muddling through a kitchen remodel at the worst time of year to do so (not my choice).

Our summer has started earlier and earlier every year, and it extends later and later every year. I’m grateful for what little winter we have left, and will surely bask in the memories of it once we’re all living in a Mad Max Fury Road wasteland.

100% THE WORST

I live in Wisconsin and we grill outdoors year round.

Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

She laid forty eggs.

The Jason Momoa ship sailed for me when he said he loved working on Game of Thrones because he got to “rape beautiful women.”

Last year I was at the Milwaukee Admirals Teddy Bear Toss game and my stuffed pig hit a player right in the face. He was not amused at all.

I was raised to keep it closed. Now I live with dogs, which is an additional reason it's kept closed.  

The device is on the underside of the lid. If the lid is closed you won’t even know it’s there. 

A while back Jonestown came up in conversation for some reason and my step-dad immediately launched into a scathing diatribe about how all the members were gullible idiots and he himself would never fall for the obvious lies of a power hungry madman.

Here’s a thing that has helped me stay on top of SAD: I start using my lamp in mid-August. Yes. August. Yes, it’s still summer. Yes, it’s probably still a billion degrees outside. But the days are already getting shorter and the angle of the sun is already visibly different.

I have some like that as well, and most of them call for x amount of “fat” because back then you used whatever fat you had be it lard or butter or whatever. 

My aunt makes that rum cake every Easter!

I love zoodles! And I’ve been eating leftovers of a creamy chicken spaghetti squash casserole all week and it’s heaven.

My brother makes this nachos-type appetizer that’s tater tots as the base topped with pulled pork and blobs of Velveeta, heated until hot and melty, then finished with thinly sliced fresh jalapeños (and sour cream if you like). It’s a hit.