Have you tried Trader Joe’s Cleansing Oil? I have uber-dry skin, especially this time of year, so I just smear it all over and wipe it off with a warm washcloth. I have 3 bottles of the stuff now, somehow.

About a year ago, I slipped and fell while running for a bus. Ended up with 2 black eyes (thanks to my glasses) and a ‘boxer’s fracture.’ Emergency room visit, MRI, soft cast.

That would explain the stumbling gait.

Why? BECAUSE YOU DON’T NEED TO TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF TO PLAY SPADES.

Attackers gonna attack but the truth is still out there somewhere.

The way he has put on weight reminds me of how my dad would when his diabetes was out of control. I wonder.

Who you kiddin with this “borderline” obese shit? He may be borderline morbidly obese but he is sure as hell plain old obese.

While my parents never physically weaponized their anger, they sure were angry (I am a 60 yo white woman). I used to ask them about it all the time. They were healthy, had excellent insurance (ironically enough, from my mother’s union), owned their own home, had two cars, traveled when they wanted to, raised and…

Add to this any movie made from a Tom Clancy novel. Big, boring hernia buster books. Tight, slick movies.

I bought a copy of Oliver’s book and I am going to put it right next to my copy of “Go the Fuck to Sleep,” up high away from the impressionable young.

Hey, that whole Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog story had to have SOME basis in fact. My niece had a rabbit that bit my greyhound’s nose so badly we had to take him to the vet. The rabbit? Just fine.

Came back to add something that a physical therapist once told me: You know, your body is not just for carrying your brain around in.

It is so incredibly fucking stressful to be told you need to manage your stress.

After listening to the latest Pod Save America, I want to ask: How’s that working out for ya, GOP? Because it was pretty clear y’all doubled down in PA and, um, you lost.

“I love you but don’t say that again or I WILL kick you under the table.”

My parents had a ‘mixed’ marriage, according to 1955 standards—he was Irish and she was Italian. My father’s parents never forgave him for marrying outside the clan and, yes, we are talking 20th century here.

I think it’s the color but Kim looks like she is wearing one of the gross kneaded erasers we used to use in pencil drawing with really ‘done’ hair.

Put baby powder in your shoes. Kills the clammy.

Well, it HAILED on my damn wedding and Mr. Bug and I are going on 35 years.

Wow, that looks terrific—thanks so much for the tip! I got started (more or less) because I read Laura Shapiro’s “Perfection Salad” and then a history of immigration about my hometown, Hoboken, NJ. It’s been really great to learn so much about the impact that different cultures had on what people ate.