That sound? Is the sound of my heart breaking for you.

Oh, wait, it's not. Get fucked, XS whiner.

I know that deal breakers are essentially a myth

Do you mean, at all? Or just in paper form? Cuz I'm pretty sure that people will still be writing books and publishing them in digital formats.

You might like to try a realtor who also does staging— some of them are an all-in-one sort of service provider. Your house might not be selling because it needs freshening up and staging. In a buyer's market like real estate right now, you can't hope to slide by with the least work possible.

Better than nothing. And $8k will at least pay for most if not all of the books.

Also, she and the rest of her family could have left London— hell, the entire kingdom— to be more safe but instead they insisted on remaining right there throughout the Blitz.

OMG THIS DOG JUST STOLE MY SOUL.

I know they grow potatoes there. LOTS of potatoes.

I'm baffled by any adult who would WANT to go to a park inundated by children, as that would be levels 7 - 10 of my own personal hell.

Haha, understandable! I get over-excited when talking about this stuff, too!

If this post is any indication of what is surely a charming personality, you don't have a lot of room to talk.

If you think pasties were invented in Nebraska, you are very stupid. There is mention of them in a French cookbook from ~1300 and they were widely mentioned and known of long before that, even.

If they're shaped into forms that hold together, they're called "potato cakes". Hash browns are ONLY loose as pictured in the photo above.

It's called "hash browns" and yes, it's grated potato fried in a skillet until toasty. They are very good.

He's actually still cool on it— hopelessly in love with Abbie, and helping her in spite of being possessed. Very romantic in a weird way.

I can't stop LOLing over this post. ILU.

Yeah, they weren't lower middle class. They were landed gentry, which if anything made them lower upper class. "Shabby genteel" is another description of their echelon/strata in their society at the time.

Possibly. Hard to tell, because there's every possibility that he actually meant it seriously and non-sarcastically.

I could never be a server because if someone threw chicken (or anything else) at me, I'd flip the fucking table and choke his ass D-E-D dead.

I had to use my car radio, when my phone was dead and I couldn't access my music, and experienced the grave misfortune of one of their songs, which was ripe with misogynist lyrics (something like "you can't steal my girl, she belongs to me") and a chorus of "na na na na na".