Sourdough works for everything. Everything. I will fight a body on this.

Cinnamon raisin bread. The really thick-sliced stuff.

I can do that! I live in a tight-knit little community in a small town on the Canadian prairie, so I am forever making soup for an ailing neighbour or their sick kids.

I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. I hope you get better soon.

My husband just left the house to catch a midnight flight back home because his mom was hospitalized Friday and things do not look good. I’d been holding it together until I read your last paragraph; now I’m a weepy mess.

I’m not Carl, either, but a friend of mine is a hunting guide, so he comes home with a lot of duck during hunting season (something about the American hunters not wanting to go through the bullshit/cost/whatever of bringing the meat back, so they give their guides the birds they shoot). If are offered some, take it;…

Flying’s overrated. You get bugs in your teeth and eyes.

The duck confit sounds great and all, but let’s talk about how cute your plates are... So cute!

Canadians call that, “The Stanley Cup Finals.” Join us; it’s fun!

How do you get anything done when you’re repeatedly punching the wall?

His “needs” weren’t being met, or some such bullshit. “I was lonely,” translates to, “Nobody was attending my penis.” Can’t have that. THINK ABOUT PETER’S LONELY PENIS, PEOPLE.

Alphaghettis over toast. Like God giving you a hug from the inside.

“The lake it is said never gives up her dead...”

Yesssssssssss

The closest I’ve ever come to really, really liking Amy Schumer was hearing her tell this story about how she’s had this same group of friends since Middle School, about five women. They all still hang out, and Schumer takes them on two vacations a year; she pays for everything: meals, accommodation, drinks, travel.…

My son ate plenty of dirt as a little one (I have a distinct memory of talking to a neighbour down the street when my kid was about four-years-old and Echo Jr. casually reaching down, grabbing a handful of soil and shoving it into his mouth. Neighbour said, dryly, “Should I get him a drink?”) and he has a delicate…

Well, she’s married to him, and no amount of money can wash the taste of that out of her mouth. And him? I honestly think he’s just miserable. Always has been. Daddy never loved him? Who knows. Ain’t enough money in the world to fix what’s wrong with that one.

Man, I miss TWoP. Like, daily.

LIVE FREE OR DIE

A measly $1 billion. I mean, really...