At the fair is fine. Not at the dinner table. 

Let’s pretend, for a second, that your story is true (it’s not): You’ll say what, exactly? She flashed people who weren’t her boss; therefore the boss could not have harassed her? Solid deductive work. Just spot on.

You also don’t have to cook anything.

No one ever says anything about kids who are so disruptive and so spoiled and so naughty that it can ruin an entire flight an entire meal or a trip just to go grocery shopping

God bless you. 

Right? We were having a visit with some neighbours before she moved here permanently and they were doing some bitching about the town and she was having none of it. “Hey! That’s my Mecca!” Sorry, LLB; she really hates you.

I’m sorry for your loss 

I feel guilty for starring this, because it’s all just so sad. 

Heh. A friend recently moved down from Lac la Biche and calls Strathmore her ‘Mecca.’ 

No, sorry. Strathmore, AB, though :)

Thanks!

I’m going to visit my mom in Mérida in November. May I have the name of the restaurant, please? I’d love to take her.

Lucky. I don’t live anywhere near a Vietnamese restaurant (small town Canadian prairie; it’s a steakhouse or Chinese food), so this recipe deeply pleases me.

Indeed, sir. 

I was trying to recall which Chopped judge loathes truffle oil, and you just helpfully reminded me that it’s all of them.

Ten dollars a day? Someone is fancy 

Are you a vampire?

Not everything has to have a reason...

Goddamn chemobrain. I can’t even remember my own name properly lately. It was, ‘Make Obama President Again.’

I was watching Ballers on the weekend and one of the guys was wearing a ‘Make America Obama Again’ t-shirt and it almost physically hurt.