Sorry, can’t.

Kether Donohue is amazing. Her Kate Bush karaoke blew me away.

Yes, they’ve had them for years.

That’s why you get those handy tools that include a cutter for the seatbelt and a heavy tip to break the windows.

I think it’s like vaccinations, you’ve got one to two grown generations who haven’t suffered the ill effects of diseases or seen the horror of injuries from accidents where people weren’t wearing seatbelts. I’m old enough to have had friends’ lives destroyed by drinking, driving, and, the hat trick, not wearing…

I would imagine it depends on the type of pumping machine. Some are pretty much like, hate to say it, automatic cow milking machines: you hook ‘em up and the machine does everything.

In my state, the age for required child seats is up to 12 years. My kids are really tall, and they could pass for older, but they still had the required restraints. People forget or don’t realize that children have proportionately larger heads and weaker necks, which means worse whiplash injuries.

I’m not necessarily reading gripping trash ALL the time, but I’ve found that I just don’t read many male authors anymore. I read a lot of SF/F, and too many of the male authors fall into the THIS HAPPENED for 10 pages, then about half a page of description and dialogue, THEN THIS HAPPENED for 8 pages, *lather rinse…

I love You’re the Worst. I really miss Edgar and Lindsay.

It took years to get them to release the second season on DVD. I doubt there’s a large run.

Obvs, your reading comprehension needs work.

I’m now craving roasted garlic mashed potatoes.

Oh, hon, I’ve worked for a divorce attorney. You have no idea what people will do.

In some jurisdictions, spit is legally considered a dangerous bodily fluid, like blood, and spitting on someone will get you in serious trouble, and even if it weren’t, it would probably still be assault.

Get the DVDs while you can.

The Bloggess’ book, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened apparently comes up if you search on Amazon for “giant dildo.”

The mother didn’t hear about the spit.

Will Meatwad do?

My mother’s summer uniform is beige capris with a sleeveless coral or mint green blouse.

We went on a three-week long trip with my aunt and uncle when I was around 12. My aunt drove us crazy. We either camped or rented cabins for the trip, we would usually pack up quickly in the morning then drive to a nearby restaurant for breakfast, then usually stop again at a restaurant for lunch. By restaurants, I…