Maybe it’s just the jetlag, but this looks dire. Simply dire.

Grill. Olive oil, kosher salt. I could eat it by the ton.

I’m 53 and my mom died last January after a long illness. It was hard watching her decline— she was a tiny woman, but a powerful force in my and my sister’s lives. Mrs. Jabroni’s mom asked me to come to Mother’s Day last year but I didn’t feel right about it.

If me or my sister got my mom a carpet cleaner for Mother’s Day, one of us would have become an only child.

If me or my sister got my mom a carpet cleaner for Mother’s Day, one of us would have become an only child.

It’s not the doctors that are making thousands an hour (or if they are, the majority of that money is going back into the business— capital costs, malpractice premiums, salaries, etc)

Not sure if it still exists, but at Heathrow there used to be a lovely little place where you could get gravlax, brown bread, butter, and a glass of white wine for a more or less reasonable price. The ex-Mrs. Jabroni and I would make sure we got to the airport early before coming back to the US on a parental visit…

This is why Mrs. Jabroni and I adopted cats instead.

And I mandate it. 

“Cyrus”

She just didn’t want to be trapped in a bus with fifty kids.

My therapist once told me, “Negative attention is still attention.”

When I make burgers:

The kids are gonna grow and punch each other in the arms anyway. The only way you can distract them is to have a nimble car that will allow you to drive on the sidewalks or the road. #TeamMazda

When video game talk starts, I go do something else. Like gouge out my eyes.

It doesn’t fucking matter. I don’t ask Steve Stone why he calls White Sox games on Saturday. Or wonder how good the code is my bacon cheeseburger loving muslim co-worker.

AT&T is backing down on it’s pledge to replace all of their copper infrastructure with fiber.

she cared “very much about empowering women in the workplace” 

“It’s not teaching religion, but it teaches character and respect and how important it is to tell the truth,” teacher and parent Courtney Tolliver tells the Post. “The kids love it and the ones who don’t participate aren’t made to feel left out.”

It’s only basketball.

The Jiffy Cake and Corn Muffin Mixes are staples from my childhood. My mom used to make an amazingly dense chocolate frosting, and the Jiffy Cake was the only one that could hold up to the pure chocolatonium she’d use. Good birthday cake memories.