Because he (Shulkin) is openly messy and it’s gotten to the point that he’s hired armed guards to stand outside his office to avoid his own employees:

As a person who allows the dog to sleep in her bed, I say cats are a hell of a lot easier to bed share with. My dog is a fan of occupying an entire queen bed (sideways usually, of course) and farting in your face.

I think that’s intentional, to hike up the click-through counts.

I hate to be hyperbolic but I feel like that too. I don’t find any of this even remotely humorous. The ICE spokesperson resigned today too because he didn’t want to keep lying for this administration.

I’d try it. I like to try everything once, and in the immortal words of Ca Garland, “God hates a coward.” ;)

If you’re coming here to ask why these families aren’t adopting, please show yourself out.

I knew I was a spoiled kid every time I fathomed how thrilled Laura was to get a damned orange for Christmas. The thrill being allowed to wear bangs made complete sense to me.

I spent way too much time wondering if his stroke at a young age curtailed sexy-times. They only had 2 kids, as I recall, one dying young, none post stroke. But maybe it’s a botched labor thing?

These Happy Golden Years and their whole courtship I reread like one thousand times, so yeah, I’m into it.

I assume there was riding in a buggy, yes.

The First Four Years is such an interesting read compared to the rest of the very heavily edited books.

Caroline Ingalls grew up in mindblowingly extreme poverty after her father died. There’s a passage in Prairie Fires that discusses the Quiner girls huddling in bed naked while their mother washed the one dress each had. I don’t think she was THAT crazy, considering.

5,000 candles in the wind for Jack the brindle bulldog

Mainly because they were lied to and conned from the get-go in order to provide the bulk of the labor in a doomed enterprise that made a handful of robber barons obscenely wealthy.

Yeah, did NOT blame Laura for digging that!

As an adult I get a real chuckle out of miserably pregnant Laura quipping in The First Four Years about how she “pays for her pleasures.” GET IT, ALMANZO.

White women smashing the “glass ceilings” in all the right ways, am I right?

I feel like today is the first shot across the bow for a coming war.

I would like a realistic version of These Happy Golden Years, because does anyone actually believe that they were just going on “buggy rides?”

When I reread Little House on the Prairie as an adult I remember thinking how shitty it was that Ma was stuck in a one-room shack with two kids while Pa was gallivanting around the grasslands, shooting stuff and chatting with the neighbors.