Pretty much. Well after we graduated and her mom unfortunately passed away way earlier than she should have, the dad sold their house and had one built on a piece of land somewhere. It looked nice, about the same size as the old one, but it had a beautiful library the kitchen had a viking range. In the grand scheme of…

All I hope is that Anderson Cooper has some serious layers of sunblock on. 

One of my friends in high school was the daughter of the guy who owned the toy company that bought and produced/sold the supersoaker.

I always forget that Ivins are a Philly thing

The man-baby whiney belly aching that happened during these two days from all of the men was just astonishing and I was SO done with it.

ah, darn internet chatting and its lack of nuance strikes again. Sorry! 

Only in the waiting room. Once we were in the court room, no phones. It was also fucking freezing.

I had federal jury duty pre covid and I swear I almost got to the point of needing a jury myself. It was a criminal drug case and was long, like six weeks, so the pool had to be really big and they had difficulty getting jurors. We had to come in for a third day because of it. The intro and waiting was bad enough…

Chewing gum is the devil’s work. 

I’ve been working through some of the original suffrage cookbooks over the last year, without the benefit of this person’s modernizing of the recipes.

Did I say it was? 

I’ve definitely become kind of feral. I recently had to return to work with the public and I’ve completely lost my filter. I’ve been surrounded by people who find my weird, slightly sharp wit funny and quirky and I’ve been enabled.

I am very much in the pro mask camp, for a huge variety of reasons:

There is some use to physical involvement in learning history—the book learning is why so many people come to my job thinking that they ‘hated history’. They don’t, they just hated the boring books they had to read to learn it in middle school.

If you ever need it, I will ALWAYS be up for being that person who posts what others cannot. ALWAYS.

eeee. That’s so scary. 

For work? We still can’t tell visitors to wear masks. Fuck you Trump.

I almost didn’t at the dude waiting in the car next to me, who was flipping out on the phone at the hospital people because he couldn’t go in with his wife. She came out, looked exhausted and done and just wanting to go home and he was screaming on the phone about how he needed to be in there with her blah blah blah.…

I’m one of those weird people with chronically low blood pressure who has to eat a lot of salt so I get it! It’s definitely a dance. 

I can’t even image going into a classroom. When we open our buildings, it will be very similar to a classroom (15-20 people, small spaces, social distancing is a pipe dream) and I’m not ready for it.