Wow, I’ve never been featured in a LH post before....

thanks, I think?

• No one, NO ONE is irreplaceable.
  

No, this is not that... This is an area of sensitivity for me because there are people close to me who have had actual diagnoses of compulsive hoarding.

Comments like this always make me roll my eyes. This is based on the assumption that most people have self control, or good money management skills. Have you seen the statistic that 57% of Americans would not have enough cash on hand to cover an unexpected $500 expense?

These are all good questions... I think the people (myself included) who fall into the trap of accumulating too much shit are all 12th degree black belts at something i like to call “lying to themselves”... I think that’s why M.K.’s use of asking a question that is abstract and purposefully emotional is supposed to…

FSA & HSA people... Make sure you save your documentation. Make sure you get both a receipt for payment, AND something that lists the date of service and what was “done”.

I love this idea, on paper. What I worry about is precedence. What do I mean?

Over time, our society has co-opted the use of the word “diet” to be synonymous with something:

How long until someone is able to collect all of this data and create a database for price shopping?

I’ve never seen a place where people are so territorial about shoveling out parking spaces.  I blame the blizzard of 78 (even though most people who do it weren’t born yet)

When we moved to our current home, I bought an old snowblower. The first winter, it worked great and I was snow-blowing sidewalks and helping neighbors with their driveways. Stopping to chat and being neighborly.

You live in Boston, don’t you...

Subtitle: How to not sound like an insufferable douche-canoe.

There was a local news spot (I’m sure this bit was done all over). They had a guy with a couple of kids watching Trumps speech, wincing, shaking his head... This guy is a furloughed worker, not getting paid, won’t be able to make ends meet. Etc etc.

Chara’s center of gravity is so high, he could probably get toppled over the boards by the fans they used to use to blow the fog out of the old garden...

Next thing you’ll tell me is that doing sit-ups isn’t the way to literally burn the fat in my mid section.  

Wait until he’s 13 and you see an interest in girls (or boys, or whatever), then hand him a guitar and teach him how to play “every rose has its thorn”.  He’ll play forever... :) 

Maybe talk to them about it... “Why do you want to quit?”

This is one of those situations (like for instance, being a poor driver) where everyone thinks everyone else is guilty of THIS! but people never see themselves as being offenders.