You’re welcome!

Would you be kind enough to share the photo of the packet of Chinese vegetables, please? I have no idea what I’m looking for.

Oh, sorry! The gin and tonic ice lollies. 

I add fizzy water and lime, put it in a mason jar, call it a spritzer and it’s an afternoon in the hammock waiting to happen. 

Yeah, in Canada there’s no such thing as a $6 bottle of wine, unless you’re my dad and you bottle it yourself in your basement from a kit. Don’t be like my dad; I love him to death, but his whites suck. 

I like wine enough, but an expensive bottle is wasted on me. The Co-op grocery/liquor store chain here in Alberta have come out with their own branded bottles of reds, whites and, just recently, a prosecco. They’re all just fine, no better, no worse than ‘fine,’ and cost $10-$15/bottle, upper range being the prosecco.…

From the sincere bottom of my cold, black heart of darkness: The Phantom Zone sounds like a swell place to hang out.

That’s so pretty.

My dad is a scotch drinker from waaaaaaaaay back. It’s his drink. Christmas shopping for Dad is easy; buy the best bottle of scotch you can afford and the man is happy.

Awwwwwww, man. I want.

I started doing this a few years ago when I had gin, tonic and no ice. I also had no ambition to go out and purchase ice, nor the patience to wait for the freezer to do its job. I did, however, have a box of popsicles, so I broke out a lime frozen treat and used that to stir my drink and busted it up to use as ice. It…

I was with my father at his end, as he was with me at my beginning

I was reading this, thinking, “But, but, but... the heel is the best part! The butter gets all melty in there and it’s extra crunchy! Why is she yelling at him?!”

My husband and I have been together 25 years. Every once in awhile, when I am being particularly annoying, I like to point out, “Until you die, Motherfucker. All of this.”

Brought a little tear to my eye, that...

Ew. And yeah, yeah you’re right.

Not yoga pants? I’m disappointed :)

and made them remove their clothes when unnecessary

think how much the “sex-with-students” thing was a trope in fiction, for decades.

I hope your son calls real soon.