The Isthmus of Taint?

The logic here is both profound and hilarious.

Correct. It was lovely and liberating at the time.

This book and I Hate to Housekeep were on the shelf when I was growing up. My mom and dad were both great cooks, but mom wasn’t above dumping prepared things together, throwing it in the over for a spell, then feeding it to us. It was always good. She was absolutely not a housewife though, so Peg Bracken was a kindred…

 You can’t. Presumably that’s the point.

I’ve stopped using “sad.”

You can take it any way you want. You have your opinion, he has his. It’s been proven very strongly.

I’m also an Old who has toggled between anxiety and depression all my life. Thank you for putting into words one of the things I’ve sensed as I’ve aged. One of my own blessings, though, and one I wish for anyone in this same boat, is the edges around both have softened. I’m a lot less disabled by these phenomena and…

I have the best parties of anyone I know, because I’m the only guest. It’s always a blast.

Mouth open. No sound. That is...omg.

You are making complete sense. Your situation sounds incredibly hard. Here’s sending you strength, hope, and a little old-fashioned good luck.

And to you too.

Those are quite some ears.

Put another way: fuck all you motherfucking shitstains to a fiery hell for all of eternity.

Look up Virginia Woolf.

Maybe you should read up on how drowning works. It seems like you don’t actually know. It’s an unfortunately common cause of death. Ask any lifeguard, first responder, emergency physician, etc. Do a google.

Golden chandelier! With cherubim.

Gawd!

Lol!

I’m going to watch it for Ian McShane. [Heart eyes emoji]