I was just going to say this. I know a lot of great bartenders, but I’ve also known some who are shady as hell. There was a story on here not too long ago about how bartenders will often dope a drink in hopes of bigger tips b/c the drinker will forget and pay more. Horrible.

I had no idea! Makes me feel a lot better about watching “Gandhi” honestly.

This gif if my entire existence.

Ha! I just rewatched this episode. So. Good.

Oh, good grief.

Omniscient. Had a guy who was arrested where I lived named this. His brother was also something nuts like Supreme Being.

I CANNOT WAIT for him to do something thoroughly noble to help Sansa, Jon, Pod or even his own people, and for her to jump on the Love Tormond bandwagon.

I could have 5-6 (if I ever go on a date again and hypothetically get married), but all my closest people don’t know each other. I moved around as a child and the people I collected are each from a different stage of my life. I cannot imagine putting them all in a room together and having them be besties.

I view true friendship like true love (which, frankly, are just about the same damn thing to me). We all deserve it. And simlutaneously, none of us deserve it. Once you accept that paradox it becomes a little easier to accept it.

Their early story is pretty adorable and sitcom worthy. On their first date, my dad totally bailed on the woman he was supposed to take to dinner as part of the conference at which my parent met. And the waiter set the basket of rolls on fire at their table.

She was, and she was also in the last season of Charmed. Yes, I actually watched that.

My dad proposed after 10 days. They celebrated 40 years this winter. Super unlikely it would work, but today I feel the need to be an optimist about these two strangers.

GOT SPOILERS FROM LAST NIGHT ABOUND FOR THOSE WHO NEED A GAZILLION WARNINGS

I’m right there with you. I was NOT able to handle that at all. I have a sadness hangover this morning.

I’ve thought about this as well. I gained weight and all the sudden my boobs weren’t the centerpoint of anything — I became invisible entirely. I don’t love being invisible, but I don’t love being the center of attention because of my tits, either.

I have yet to do that. Although I do use taking my dad to doctor appointments as my go-to excuse for going on job interviews. (I have his permission to do so.)

Unhealthy, maybe. But so is making a breakfast of coffee and a lunch of Doritos, M&Ms, Starburst and diet soda on a regular basis.

That sounds terrible. Maybe I don’t want a private-sector job in marketing after all. (Nonprofit worker here.)

But please tell me your keyboard is full of crumbs from vending machine purchases you make that tide you over. Please. Don’t let me be the only one.

What does she think that work looks like, though? What do WE think that work looks like?