Me too, and I’m not even high. It’s just a ridiculous conversation.

Oh, definitely. Somewhere else in this thread, I declare that the Proper Order of Chrises is 1.) Evans, 2.) Pine/Hemsworth (they are too close to call). My daughter just said the “All the Hotness” thing once, and it has never gone away.

My daughter (23) described him once as “All the Hotness That is Chris Pine,” and so now in our house, he’s just “All the Hotness.” (I personally pick Evans, but everyone knows who “All the Hotness” is around here.)

It makes her look a little more human and less goddess-like, at least, LOL.

Counterpoint: 1.) Evans, 2.) HemsPine (they’re literally so close for me that I can’t pick). I’ve spent an unhealthy amount of time thinking about this, so you won’t be able to argue it and change my mind. :)

Captain America: The Winter Soldier is better. I’d argue it’s #2 best film in the MCU. (I liked it more than CA: Civil War, but I might be weird about that one.) I rank only The Avengers (the first one) above it.

And also he was super nice to Betty White.

Now there’s a mental picture. That would be like Franken bringing a knife to Pence’s Q-tip fight. He’d tear Pence to SHREDS. It would be lovely and popcorn-worthy.

Holy shitballs! My brother-in-law is an electrician and I’m guessing he would have charged $250-ish or less for that. He works for a company that does mostly industrial work, but he also does sidework for friends etc. and generally charges $50-75/hour plus parts. We live in Michigan so I don’t know if there are…

Gas (switching from electric), even though I hate gas stoves. Then the husband pointed out to me that even when I AM home, I cook MAYBE 5% of the meals, and those are generally things like grilled cheese or macaroni & cheese. I’m a really terrible cook, and I also hate it. I get bored and wander off and end up…

We bought a new stove a few weeks ago, and I was planning to pull the old one out and clean under it before they delivered the new one - but totally flaked on it. Then they delivered it unexpectedly four days early on a Thursday when of course I wasn’t home (because I’ve been working a project out of state Monday…

Have you guys ever noticed, though....in my life, I’ll bet I’ve purchased 42,575 bobby pins, 23,850 plastic hair clips (large and small), and 127,940 hair elastics. Right now, I could lay my hands on a grand total of a combined thirty of those things. Where the fuck do they GO? (I mean, I’m in a hotel room 500 miles…

Hey, I met the same lady a couple of weeks ago! I have shoulder length curly hair - think “poodle.” It’s either down and insane, or up and wrangled with hardware. Once it’s up, it’s UP. It took me five minutes to get the clips/pins out, and once she decided I wasn’t smuggling a bomb in my hair a la Quirrell/Voldemort,…

They just look miserable.

Of course not. She can probably speak 3 of those languages like my husband speaks German - if your friend Monica needs to play her violin in a boat (or in the living room), he can totally help you out. Otherwise, you’re screwed.

No, not that I’ve ever heard, and the the few people I’ve challenged for proof on Twitter - because I’m STUPID - have no proof other than things like “libtard” etc. And then I have to drink a lot and I’m actually too old to go to work hungover, and also I’m fond of my liver so it’s just not. fucking. worth. it.

Yes, because according to the Twitter alt-right, at least, Mrs. O would definitely have done that on a state visit to Israel.

I WAS eating. Now I have half a sandwich and a Chobani that are up for bids.

We have a crazy old lady that walks down our road (wearing a sequined tube top, sequined mini skirt, insane platform heels, DANCING) “with” her dog. Except her dog isn’t on a leash AT ALL. And it’s a Yorkshire Terrier. He goes up into our yards, onto our front porch, and then slipped under our neighbors’ fence into…

I seem to have a strange attraction for raccoons. Downthread I discuss the recent raccoon infestation in my attic, but several years ago, I opened our rolling trash cart to toss a bag into it and damned near had a heart attack because there was a hissing adolescent raccoon in it (with the lid completely closed). I put…