It’s such a thing lately. There was a woman at work wearing this absolutely wonderful dress, it was on the longer side, like mid calf. It was decidedly not fussy. It was really just great looking.

I will say that the old restaurant at the Strawbridges we had was a goddamn delight. It was that sort of liminal space that was upscale but yet at the same time kid friendly, because the assumption was in the 80s suburbia if you were shopping in the mid day you may have a kid in tow.

Yeah, I figured this tailors to small local places more than say, like, random mid-size clothing chain.

I tried noom and found it was essentially strict calorie counting, questionable nutrition and occasional ‘here’s why you eat when you’re bored!!’ missives.

I also moved mid pandemic and I got rid of at least four full subaru outbacks full of stuff.

I also purged a lot after my husband died, and it felt very satisfying. There had been so much stuff that hadn’t been taken care of. And then I just go to clear everything out and it was really soothing. 

Super pale me:

And this is the sort of stuff that makes me regularly give up on fitness classes. The ‘you can tackle YOUR mountain!’ ‘If you just BELIEVE you can fight through ANYTHING’ semi-motivational bullshit tied to physical fitness. Like the fortitude it takes to get through a 40 minute yoga class has anything to do with the…

Or the even more daunting reality: to look like Jennifer Aniston or Kate Middleton you not only have to spent a lot of time on physical fitness, you have to eat an incredibly restrictive diet. There are occasionally folks who are that small without concerted effort. But they still eat small amounts of not very many…

God that sounds like a form of torture to a regular poor like me who has to clean her own kitchen. 

From the survey of men who grew their hair out in the pandemic here:

I think it’s two islands and a peninsula. First one is attached to the wall, middle one island, furthest one is an island, as you can see if you zoom in another counter top with some sort of kitchen thing that is further back and would be inaccessible to normal length arms if you had to reach over the length of the…

There was definitely that idea with low rise jeans. You weren’t supposed to be finding pants that fit you, YOU were supposed to fit the pants. For ages I thought that I was never going to find pants that fit, they would always gap in the back, my hips would always be too big compared to my waist because there was…

I’ve always felt he would be slimy. Not in a personality way (although probably that too) but that he’d actually be physically slimy. Like unwashed, mystery slime.

My half chu mutt dog takes offense to that.

Yeah, Goldens are Good Dogs, but they are big ol’ dumb dumbs. Other dogs have a little more...functional awareness than goldens. 

Yeah, I got mine with propofol. Wee little nap, and done. I’m definitely of the ‘give me all the drugs’ camp though, because I’m a wuss and have had too many painful procedures without drugs and please give me all the drugs

And putting it right on your thyroid essentially? You know, the gland that gobbles up radiation first?

Yeah, we have a higher than average number of married/bonking coworkers at my job. Last count I think it’s ten couples? It’s pretty incestuous, really, when you’ve got 60 people in a work group and 20 of them are somehow intermingled.

Two of my coworkers who started bumping uglies during the pandemic have finally owned their couple-ness, after months of us knowing but not knowing.