*shrug* I’ve had a lot of summer gigs. The therapists bitch about clients because it’s work. The servers bitch about guests because it’s work. The cashiers bitch about customers because it’s work. During the school year, I blow off steam by bitching about students because it’s part of work for me.

My summer gig is at the front desk of a place that offers massage. The therapists spend a lot of time ripping on people who get weird about what gender their therapist will be.

Neither of the parents in my story has a good situation. Conclusion: divorce sucks financially for everyone.

Suddenly his choice of restaurant makes more sense.

I know we all think that decision is the shittiest thing ever, but I know a family friend who is paying child support for six children (kept trying until they had a girl ... and no love for one another). The non-custodial parent is living in a dump and working a second job on nights and weekends to keep up with…

Nah. That’s where my brain went with this story, and they’re not even my dogs.

I knew I liked that kid.

In other news, I want a photo of the two of them, side by side, while she’s in his designs. They would make a fun pair.

He’d probably call it “bringing awareness.” You know. But monetized.

I was going to say waxy, because I knew someone would think I meant sweaty/shiny.

Other folks are saying botox. I prefer to believe he’s a Mme. Tussad’s come to life.

I need this on a sticker for various offices around my job.

I don’t care if he’s drunk or not ... he’s very ... shiny.

I’m pretty sure that’s a J. Simpson fragrance.

Kudos.

I’m not sure that’s a diss. If we’re gonna go mean girls, wouldn’t like ... Virginity by John Mayer be a bigger payoff?

I want you to be right.

I’m not for it at all, but they keep mentioning her body and his memory, and it just feels ... to repetitive to be random dialogue.

Besides, if she’s completely free of Ramsay Bolton, she’ll need a new super shitty foil to rail against, and we’re fresh out of psycho princes who want a pretty, Northern wife.…

The husband and I have an ongoing list of folks we think will survive to the end and folks who won’t, and there has been much debate over whether we’re adding Sansa to that list. I’ve got Littlefinger making it to the penultimate episode or the one just before that. John will probably survive because he’s already…

One of them will kill the other, for sure - with a snappy parting line about trusting no one, since that seems to be their reoccurring theme.

I didn’t mean for life.

Or, if I did, I didn’t mean a long life. He strikes me as the type who wants one magical night and then moves on to the next metaphorical mountain to climb.

I’m being told elsewhere in the thread that since she and Tyrion never consummated, their marriage doesn’t count.

I choose to believe Tyrion would have a smart workaround for this, and/or that she is not pregnant.