And dishes. I cook, he cleans up after me... it’s quite a good arrangement, MOST OF THE TIME. (I am still angry)

Thank you... I agree! They are now unwearable and I’ll never get a pair marked down to 80 bucks, ever again.

No... but there was much face-making and possibly a little yelling.

Honest moment:

I bought (deeply discounted) cashmere lounge-y pants last year and it is like having the lower half of your body hugged by The Supreme Being.

THEN MY BOYFRIEND WASHED THEM IN HOT WATER. AT THE LAUNDROMAT.

I added turkey sausage to my kale and white bean soup.

Oh... noooooope. No buying gifts for the boss!

I didn’t find them bad at all, and I’m from the area.

This is coming to work tomorrow: a chocolate-hazelnut cake with toasted hazelnuts and sea salt.

Buh-Bye.

It’s pretty good - not a lot of obvious Boston, on-the-nose accents. The locals they used don’t ham it up either.

I saw this movie at a film festival in September, and you’ve exactly summed up what I loved about it. Assured performances, no histrionics... and I really enjoyed that they didn’t overly “Bahstan” it up. The grace notes of everyday life in this city were spot on - never over the top.

Sounds good. Hope you catch up on your sleep!

Sounds great - let me know how it turns out!

Melt 3 TBSP. butter over med-low heat; add 1 TBSP. chopped cilantro, 2 TBSP. fresh lime juice, and 1 tsp. chili flake.

Roasted chicken with cilantro-lime butter.

He just said he was a little afraid of her after he knew who she was, but that she wasn’t a scary person, just intense and reserved. He definitely believed she was guilty when he was old enough to understand it all (the crime was committed 22 years before he was born).

Oh, as an adult he absolutely thought she was guilty... he was a 9-10 year old boy when he ran errands for her, so at that time he knew the story but wasn’t able to really consider the facts.

My grandfather ran errands for Lizzie in the 1920’s. Said she was quiet and intense, but always polite.

Are you my brother?

There was a female victim too. Maybe she doesn’t count in your eyes?