Hollywood Boulevard around the Walk of Fame. Just a stretch of dirty sidewalk filled with skanky tourists and Z grade cosplayers who want money just to look at them.

I’ve never in all my life been able to do even one chin-up.

Before I started babysitting my infant granddaughter, I went and got all the vaccines she was going to get. Plus shingles.

We also live near Griffith Park, and we get coyotes in our yard from time to time, usually around 3am sniffing around in hopes of eating a feral cat. (Our few remaining feral cats hide after dark, and that’s why they remain when so many of their relatives ended up as coyote chow.)

OK, time to get another tattoo. But with modern needles.  :)

I can see them, but it’s not really worth the effort.

I suspect far too many people in the USA don’t even realize we have active volcanoes.

Hand that woman a maid’s uniform and a mop and bucket and send her out to clean bus station bathrooms. Then we’ll see what she does or does not want.

I am so glad there are no circumstances under which I have to wear pantyhose any more. 

Pressure frying chicken works amazingly fast. No steam table required.

I wish my parents had tried something like that for my youngest brother. But there would have been two problems: 1. they always just bought him what he wanted so they didn’t have to listen to him fussing and 2: if they put it in a jar they’d forget about it and never buy it anyway. My brother, however, would NOT…

I just found some tapes of my kids talking, and reading Go Dog, Go, circa 1981-82. (Son born 1977, daughter born 1980.) Their personalities shine right through.

Carl Sagan already sent the first interstellar dick pic.

Lava salt? Sounds.....  interesting.

When my husband and I were first married, we were trying to get by on next to nothing. Qualified for food stamps even though we were both working full time (but alas, we did not know that at the time).

If you live in an area where this is possible, go someplace where they’ve got multiple food trucks congregated. Like Grand Park in downtown LA (not every day, check their schedule) and the Autry Museum in Griffith Park for Odd Nights (third Friday of the month). Stroll past all the trucks before you make a choice. Try…

Write the expiration dates on the container with a Sharpie so you’re not lugging around a bunch of stuff so old it’ll make you sick.

The sprouts my daughter served me were roasted with honey and garlic and sesame seeds. I didn’t actually gag, but I didn’t eat more than one, either.

When my kids were growing up and going through the picky-eater phase, we had a Mealtime Rule. You must try one honest bite. You may not make rude noises or comments or spit out the food. If you don’t like what you’ve been given after one honest bite, you don’t have to finish it, but you are responsible for getting…

I’m with you on that. Beets taste like dirt.