But woe betide you if it’s not as silent as you were expecting!

My cat sleeps with me, and is so well mannered about. I leave the door ajar so he can wander wherever he needs to be, but mostly he curls up with me patiently awaiting wake-up time.

But once he knows I’m truly awake and just procrastinating on getting out of bed, he gets really pushy. He sort of throws himself down…

They look so companionable! What do you call the colouring that your cat has? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that colour before.

We had an old New Yorker when I was growing up, and us kids had a blast with it. We’d beg my mom to drive (very slowly) with a door open, so the car would tell us “a door is ajar.” And then we’d scream with laughter that, no, a door is a door. It was a simpler time.

Strange to see an ad for dropbox on the main page next to this article. Like, dropbox, I don’t think this is the publicity you want.

I was well into my 30s before my father disclosed that my long-dead grandmother’s “secret” pastry recipe was from the back of the Tenderflake box. I’m glad my family isn’t alone in this deception.

I appreciate your honesty.

Have you ever read Birth House by Ami Mckay? It’s about a (fictional) first girl to be born in five generations of one family. Good book.

I was just discussing post-graduation relocation with my mom this afternoon, so thanks for posting about that G&M story. I think it’s weird how they consider the importance so social and family connections to be depressing and negative though.

So many people in the comments mention they don’t hold their pens “correctly” that I’m starting to wonder if the right way is even the most common way? And how on earth did a right and wrong way of holding a pen come into existence? So many questions!

Based on your explanation, I bet he’d actually really enjoy the idea of being poisoned for his treasure. It would totally feed into his narcissistic concept of himself as the hero of his own whimsical fantasy. Poisoning him would just build on the story he’s writing in his mind, solidify the mystique. It would be the…

Beyond just the content you’ve written (which, yes) I have to say, I love your writing style! “Baby sized tweeters” is going to be in my head for a while.

There were a few, but most memorable was the copy of The Story of O I found tucked away on a bookshelf somewhere in the house. And the abnormal psychology textbook. I didn’t stand a chance.

I’ve heard that people are more likely to have heart attacks during illicit extramarital sex. So maybe the biggest problem with the news breaking about Stormy Daniels is that once Melania knew, he suddenly became less likely to croak. During sex, anyway.

I like the pizza model (which is set up as an alternative to the baseball model) of sexual activity. I don’t know how well the video translates to tween viewers, but I think it’s a good metaphor:

Maeve rhymes with wave!

And ruining other people’s baby names with pets is just hilarious.

I love old lady names! I’m just sad I’ve already given my favourite two to pets (complete lack of foresight). Mabel is really cute, and reminds me of one of my runners up (i.e. haven’t named a cat this yet) - Maeve.

I know someone named Wayne, and his siblings all have rhyming names. The family roster runs like Anne, Stan, Jan, Fran, Dan, Nan, and ... Wayne.

Good call! In grade school there was an old graduating class photo in one of the hallways featuring an S. Tripper. I still remember this, more than twenty years later.

This is why married men live longer than unmarried men. I hope he’s also giving you extra gifts to thank you for all your emotional labour in this!