Dang it! How dare you make me use one of my hoarded tissues on this!

I don’t recall that being in the Bible. Then again, they all lived in the desert, so a cooler place might have been considered nice....

Excellent point. I also have a friend who will say it is “colder than Hell” outside.

I am partial to stone ground mustard with a little horseradish in it.  It’s great on a bratwurst. And yes, I live in Wisconsin.

I am partial to stone ground mustard with a little horseradish in it.  It’s great on a bratwurst. And yes, I live in…

Or fly Southwest.  Two checked bags are always free.

As a person of Scottish descent, I would like Dan Castellaneta to stop voicing Groundskeeper Willie.

I highly recommend the Rock n Roll event in Las Vegas for that type of thing.  It’s at night, so you are running down the strip with all the lights going.  It’s also a super flat course, so it is great for first time marathoners or half-marathoners.  Also, Vegas.

Definitely channeling George Clooney.

The one thing that has motivated me is to sign up for some sort of competition. I really hate running, but if I registered and paid money for a 10K 90 days out, you better believe I am going to train for it. My fear of humiliation over not finishing is stronger than my wish to blow off my workout.

That is what happens in middle school.  The girls go through puberty and leave the guys in the dust.

He should have known this would put the dairy farmers in a bad moooood.

“This sandwich has everything —artisanal mustard, bread baked by nuns who ignore their vow of celibacy, and slow roasted brisket that would make even the staunchest vegan scream, ‘Come to Mama!’”

If I am paying money for a babysitter so that I can have a nice meal in peace, I sure as Hell don’t want to have to deal with other people’s kids.  Take them to the McDonald’s Playland.  They will be happier and so will everyone else in the restaurant.  Come back when you hire your own damned sitter.

If your kids can’t sit reasonably quietly during the length of your dinner, please don’t take them anywhere halfway nice. Don’t ruin everyone else’s restaurant experience.

I know, right?  In what universe is there ever leftover dip?  That’s like...leftover cookies or leftover booze.

Her life is an “open book”? Really? A person who has obviously had multiple contract-based romances for publicity’s sake?

I joined a gym that was cheap, but had the equipment I wanted to work with and wasn’t super busy. I ended up quitting it anyway because nearly every day, they always had some chiropractor or personal fitness trainer set up at the front door ready to pounce on you and aggressively try to sell their services.

Their “buddy”.

It’s so popular in the Windy City that it’s called “Chicago Mix”.  And yes, it sounds a little gross, but it is amazing.

Between this and the electric teapot article, it looks like the theme of Claire’s recent posts is “College dorm food hacks from 1980". It’s bringing back some memories!