That’s why I like places like this. I can be myself without worrying that it can easily be traced back to me. I replied to someone on Twitter with a semi-large following and she quoted my tweet. Part of me was excited, but most of me was terrified that my co-workers might see it and learn that I was bullied in high…

Yes. I have almost blocked out all of the dumb stuff I said on AIM as a teenager. That said there were some really choice diatribes that this one guy sent to my best friend at the time about how she was manipulative.*

I will also eat Tuna & Rings on crackers. It’s been so long since I’ve had that though since the only tuna pasta salad I deign to eat is from Gershon’s Deli in Schenectady. I’m hoping to make a pilgirmage there with Mr. Jnorman in August and will probably buy a couple of pounds of their Tuna & Rings for consumption…

I’m not sure if I would like this sandwich, but I’m not going to pass judgement since I like to eat macaroni salad (store-bought not homemade) on Wheat Thins.*

Nope. I think they think its classy.

Ah now I remember. Choice #2 was “Father and Daughter” by Paul Simon.

Yeah my parents are good when it comes to music choices. I’m trying to remember what my dad’s other suggestions were, but I’m drawing a blank. Mr. Jnorman danced with his mom to “Unforgettable.” He admitted it was a bit creepy, but it's one of her favorite songs.

I posted this in reply to another comment, but I think my dad did okay in picking Rod Stewart’s version of “Forever Young” for our father-daughter dance at my wedding. Bonus since Stewart actually rewrote it for his kids when I was 3 in 1988.

No idea why I just thought of this, but it seems like a lot of Cat Stevens songs would work. “Moonshadow,” “Peace Train,” and “Here Comes My Baby” come to mind. Also The Kinks “Come Dancing” could work.

Mr. Jnorman is a big Josh Ritter fan. We danced to a shortened version of “The Curse”for our first dance. It was perfect for us because I was an anthropology undergrad and in a museum studies MA program at the time. We just cut out the part where the mummy goes out with other women and the archeologist dies of old…

I don’t know about every song. My dad picked Rod Stewart’s “Forever Young”for our dance at my wedding. Don’t really see anything overtly about fucking in these lyrics:

My in laws have a water cooler and cases of Smart water in their kitchen. It boggles my mind.

Yup.

I also made it through 12 years of Catholic School with my critical thinking skills intact. It probably helped that my parents were lapsed Catholics who saw Catholic School as a more affordable alternative to the private schools in our area.

When people ask my mom who I resemble, she says neither and that, based on my looks, you would think she had nothing to do with it. I vaguely resemble both of my parents, but I’m like my aunt’s identical twin. She’s 20 years older than me, so I always tell Mr. Jnorman that at least he knows what I’ll look like at 50.

Same here. Our condo is the first floor of a house built in 1915. We have tall ceilings and a ton of windows, plus some truly terrifying trees (as in how has that one not fallen on the roof yet) that shade our entire yard.

Why thank you! She never posted it, but at least she has a copy now if she ever wants to. I used to ask her if it was okay to post photos of her to my accounts when she was younger, but now that she has her own Instagram, I thought it would be better to just send her the photo and let her decide.

That sucks that people feel entitled to use pictures of your kids to further their social media cred.

Screw that. Drop off a gift and then head across the street to Zaftigs. I highly recommend the Rachel.

It really does help. That said I might have taken the semblance of “living well” a bit too far right after the breakup—I worked out like a fiend and hit the books like there was no tomorrow to prove to myself that he would rue the day he dumped me.