Literally no business anywhere runs this way.

I remember getting a call from a senior exec many years ago who said—Let me speak to that stupid bitch you work with. I told him he was going to have to be a lot more specific than that.

I totally missed this. Now I am going to have to buy a yogurt maker for my bomb shelter.

I also think this is an issue around black WOMEN, specifically. Kevin Hart carries his onstage persona into his personal life and no one is calling him out for ‘embarrassing the race.’ Why is that? Because God forbid you should be black, loud and...female.

I don’t believe you can substantiate a claim of HamNo changing his mind on anything at anytime ever. Period.

I will have to look for this because I love figs! We used to be able to buy frozen fig waffles made by Ezekiel but these seem to have disappeared. During fig season, my sister and I make appetizers that she calls Figs, Pigs and Mold—cut figs in half, mound some bleu cheese on them and wrap in prosciutto, then broil.…

Go blog something, Hamilton.

I just take an image of my notes in my (moleskine) notebook and save them to Evernote. Evernote also has a handwriting-recognition feature. I hate paying their subscription fee but I think it’s worth it to access my notes from any device—and I still have my (turquoise) notebook.

You know what else has falling ratings? Nascar, the home of Real Amurcans (tm): https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/early-lead/wp/2018/02/19/daytona-500-overnight-tv-ratings-likely-the-worst-in-races-history/?utm_term=.83983ae9a5bd.

A fun example from the 1920s that is still in MW: “the bee’s knees.”

My understanding is that various law suits brought around people being deemed too young to act in a given way have not had much success. (I tracked discrimination cases for HR purposes. Don’t ask.) For example, there are more than a few bars that won’t let you in if you are less than 25 even though legal drinking age…

Mr. Bug referred to our first greyhound as The Dude because that dog really, REALLY abided. He didn’t get off the sofa for anything less than a squirrel or a piece of cheese.

That color is just spectacular on her. Props to her team for choosing something other than black or those goddam boring pastels that are back.

I feel like Suzan Bond found a way to make me giving a compliment all about her.

Jeez, didn’t the guy know it was a weekend?

Starred for the herring love.

We had one grey who loved to chase a tennis ball. He would drop it at my husband’s feet and be out of throwing range by the time Mr. Bug picked it up.

Let’s see....I know nothing about cars. Nada. I once asked our mechanic when the Mazda Jeep would be ready, causing the poor man to whimper quietly.

Wait, I get it! They put a CRACKER on a CRACKER!

Bless his bland, saltless little heart.