Yes. I think I will be adopting this attitude. It is the correct one.

My High School had a daycare center starting in about 1985. I only knew about it because my best friend was a volunteer there. It wasn’t like they were broadcasting it.

I once had a roommate who was an incurable thief. She stole clothes (but only the good stuff) from major department stores, make-up from everywhere and food from the grocery store. At the time, she was enrolled in an intense, fairly exclusive, 5 day a week unpaid apprenticeship under a semi-famous beauty celebrity.…

I see. I think it must be, “Kansas City, Missouri for the win,”. I don’t understand all the new lingo, or why everything has to be abbreviations that are on me to figure out. There was a very short window when I did understand it all. Mostly, now I don’t care.

And that three-legged cat. I love that three-legged cat. I’ll make your cat my special baked pasta, with anchovies on top, but only because they’re a cat. We obviously won’t be able to share in the left-overs. You’ll have to take them with you. For your cat. I’m drunk. I thought I was only buzzed, but I was wrong.

I don’t understand the first sentence, possibly because I’m 47. The second one I get; who hasn’t had a bareassed two and a half year old, racing around and jumping on furniture too close to the windows until they were ready for kindergarten?

It’s funny because it’s true. And only one of a million times I forgot somebody’s name. Although, if you’re on a date with someone, you really should make an effort to remember the woman’s name. I’m sure you are a nice person, but it really is the least you can do.

I’ve never heard that description before, of suicidal thoughts being like a song you can’t get out of your head, but I understand it.

I think you handled the situation perfectly. Can I offer you, (and anyone else who reads this) a good trick?

Unless you have a house full of dirty and shoeless children asking the neighbors for food, and I suspect you don’t, you fucking WIN.

Alright, I have to throw in my two cents.

Romanch, from the Italian side of the Swiss Alps. I’ve seen it written as both Hercules and Herculi. There aren’t a lot of them left. Maybe that’s why he had so many kids, although to be honest, lack of access to birth control and easy access to Catholicism is probably more likely.

I hope you’re right. I hope you’re right. I hope you’re right..........

I know the Republicans in Congress saw those pictures. But now their constituents have seen them, too.

I adore you, North, but I feel like I might change your description a little.

I love your username. Especially because, and I’m not kidding, my Great-Grandfather’s name was Hercules.

I think it’s past a nightmare. Tonight I made a roast beef tenderloin with Yorkshire pudding and a truly great salad for my family although it was ridiculously expensive and we honestly can’t afford food like that. But I honestly feel like we’ve elected a modern day Nero and given him the nuclear codes, so fuck it.

And a Republican Congress did vote on that, when Obama wanted to go in and stop this madness years ago, before Russia even got involved. American boots on the ground to stop Assad. The Republicans voted no, no, no.

But her vagina!

While they were covering the speech he and King Abdullah gave in the Rose Garden, Chris Mathews had a large red banner underneath the footage of Trump talking that said,”THIS IS THE PRESIDENT” the whole time. I’m not kidding.