My brother got stung in his ear once, because the was (or bee, I don’t remember) flew in and he clapped his hand over his ear reflexively. And I sat on a bee once. The mouth sounds worse.

Well THAT disappoints me. I was really hoping the move would open with a voiceover of that line and a black screen.

I’ve seen a couple people say that you can get off the waitlist by either a) spamming everyone you know about it, or b) emailing them and telling them you give up and to remove you, whereupon they “bump” you up. Kind of like how you used to be able to get 6 months of free AOL by threatening to cancel lol.

I got some thermal hair stuff I haven’t tried yet, some face cleaner that was meh and a face moisturizer of the same brand that I liked, a “salt scrub bonbon” (too rough for my skin) a brow pencil (my brows are already like Brooke Shields) and a lipstick that arrived broken. Not a banner month for sure.

Holy shit this lipstick is pretty.

Oh for sure. I don’t mean to imply the interview questions were in any way valid. I’m just saying “fuck you world, we’re gonna do this thing anyway.”

Seriously, I thought it was an adorable cuddly precious baby life. He could at least be consistent!

It’s not the same humanism that people mean. Humanism, in the sense you’ve posted, is a softer way of saying atheism.

Spicy chicken drumsticks in the crockpot. Which looked weird but actually came out quite tasty. You pop them in the oven for like 20 minutes at the end to make them a little crispier.

Tonight I’m making gingered beef stew from my aunt’s recipe.

I mean, unless they’re falcon butts.

Yes, okay, I am down. Only I think Capaldi is more my speed.

My (adult) daughter was hospitalized just two days before a family member’s wedding. We went, but she couldn’t. And they certainly did not bill us for her vegetarian meal.

For my first wedding, I got giant Subway sandwiches because it was all we could afford. And then it turned out I had the only car they would fit in. So I went to Subway, in my wedding gown, with one of the groomsmen and stuffed them in my station wagon.

It is really cute.

Was your pit soft and fluffy?

How do women do it? Because society keeps telling us we should be able to do everything. You set the bar up there, watch us fucking hit it.

It was quite good! The second one is a very different novel, though. It’s more about Breq’s personal journey.

I’m gonna have to re-read the first two to get my head back into the universe.