“He argued wealthier families—in today’s terms, couples whose combined annual incomes are $88,000 or more, which is hardly rich by any means—should not receive a tax credit.”

“Why was Hillary not forced to go on a never ending apology tour in 2016?”

Pretty sure they put the same bronzer in her hair as on her body.

I just assumed it was poorly written sincerity, but based on Joan’s comments, it seems like it is extremely poorly written snark?

I would be more likely to define it by household wealth than income, but no, I am not rich. I would be kinda rich in my hometown, because my hometown is extremely financially depressed, but my job would not pay as much in my hometown either.

As a pale person who religiously puts on sunblock, I still get a little darker on my arms even with protection, so I imagine you could get a similar effect by putting a sticker over sunblocked skin. It would not be as noticeable, but it wouldn’t be any more risk than you were going to get anyway.

I do this for colleagues whose numbers I end up having to put into my cell.  Long after the colleague has departed, I would like to know why I have Sarah S. in my phone, so I can easily delete them if needed.

Things I love about walls and doors:

Honestly, the thing I usually want more of in a bathroom is counter space, and I can’t imagine wasting that on a superfluous sink.

I actually did this on purpose for my last project, because I have a small space and a baby, and I just needed to manage the amount of stuff around our place over the project timeline.  What would be a weekend project if I had no baby had to be done in distinct stages, and I bought my supplies for each stage. Of…

I have checking and savings with Capital One, but no credit card, so I don’t even know if I’m in the group that might have been exposed, but no, they have not contacted me.

I have trouble accepting “never,” but thousands of years in the future seems possible.

“If you’re enjoying a more leisurely morning, I recommend frying some bacon lardons, and frying some sliced mushrooms in the rendered bacon fat, before adding both to your breakfast noodle soup.”

Exactly.

The last few years that I had cable, Shark Week kind of sucked. It used to be almost all info about sharks and underwater footage of sharks. More recently, I could only ever find men on boats talking in-depth about how they created their underwater cameras, and men on beaches talking about the time they were bitten by…

A friend once had to throw away a “nonstick” pan because after a week of soaking, the price sticker wouldn’t come off the center of the pan all the way.

I like the cast, I like the column, and He’s Just Not That Into, while not brilliant, is solid enough for me to put on in the background.  I’m in.

Yeah, I totally was. I was thinking that Jesse *James* (not J.) was the name of the woman Bullock’s husband cheated with, but that was the name of the husband himself, and Kat Von D. was indeed the woman in question.  I was all sorts of confused. (Sorry Jessie J!)

I will never forget this as long as I live, because, like the pool scene in Romeo & Juliet, it made me feel all sorts of pants-feelings.

How on earth do you call the crush on Brad asexual?  That abandoned house scene made me feel all sorts of squirmy.