Bloody Caesars because you can claim health benefits from the clamato juice and celery.

My apology bonus would include lots of Godiva dark chocolate assortment served by shiny young men in Speedos while I lounge in the sun surrounded by Chihuahuas (because they are yappy and will nip everyone) while my cats glare from a window.

I read about that and as I age, I’m falling into that pattern. First sleep, wake up, pee, eat or read for an hour, then back to bed and still feel rested in the morning.

Thank, you. I still have the cards, once in a while I’ll re-read one. Twitter is not the same thing but I understand the need for communal grief sharing.

You don’t get over it completly ever. I just remember looking and looking at my husband waiting for him to move or breath. It seems impossible to process at the time and thinking of it now, I still can’t believe it. Doesn’t help that he died at this time of year so everything is a reminder. Spring and hockey playoffs.

My husband died suddenly in his sleep. This was before twitter. Most people sent cards and letters and it was weeks before I could read them all, but the sentiment was deeply appreciated no matter how it was delivered. I liked the letters because talking on the phone or in person was mentally and emotionally…

Great-Grandma may have a say in his clothes choices.

I’m going with the Harry was in bed 10 minutes before this picture was taken theory.

When I wake up hungry in the night, the classic milk and cookies always puts me back to sleep without waking me fully.

Don’t try to turn a morning person into a night owl and vice versa. I need my sleep and I’m in bed by 10pm. I dated a guy who thought 1AM was too early for sleep. I’m either awake or asleep with no inbetween. When I wake up, I’m fully awake and this unnerves people. My BF on the other hand needs 15-20 minutes before…

Not as good as Heywood Jablome but still not bad.

Well, you could take him home and let him around your kids.

Love reading about responsibe gun owners.

Me! I taught myself to laugh like that and then I had a hell of a time unlearning it. I can still do it on command.

That’s why he’s one a wine train. Shocked and outraged that people are laughing and drinking.

He prefers his “whine” with a bitter aftertaste.

Buttermilk for the best waffles. Much easier than whipping egg whites.

Sorry, but the next time I hear “Good for you!” from a co-worker when I complete a task I’ve done a thousand times, he’s getting a punch in the throat.

My story involves death and Ray Bradbury, I think. I smoked off and on for years and always got a slight buzz, nothing major. Two summers ago a friend gave my BF some of his personal stock so we could make brownies. I found a recipe on-line. I melted a pound of butter, added the weed and let the mixture simmer and…

From restraining himself from smacking the guy in the head with his microphone.