Growing up, I had a friend whose family assigned odd numbered children one name, and even numbered ones another. One name was Dad’s, one was Mom’s, and it ended up with 2 kids per last name. The kids hated explaining they were siblings but with different last names, but the parents were happy. This was back in the 80s…

I am so glad my Thanksgivings are halfway normal, except for the year the turkey came our raw, and the other year I didn’t realize garlic cloves won’t soften in mashed potatoes.

I’d ask where the parents are in these cases, but I don’t really want an answer.

Makes me glad I prefer Qdoba. I’ve been to Chipotle maybe 4 times, and every time I was disappointed.

With all the problems she had the first time around, I’m surprised they didn’t go with a surrogate for the second baby.

No sick or personal days here. I do get 3 weeks vacation, but it doesn’t count as sick time.

Finally a use for the fruit balsamics I have. I imagine this could be quite good with cherry balsamic. Or maybe vanilla? I know, not a fruit, but I have about 15 different kinds.

I didn’t even know Jem was out until after the first week. I saw the trailer, I was vaguely excited, and my wife (who’s younger than I am), vetoed going and seeing it in a theatre. Then I saw the second trailer, and decided it would be too awkward to see a movie about Jem where she’s a teenager and not a damn adult.

One guy in my family changed his last name when he and his wife married, back about 70 years ago. He was also really pretentious, so anyone discussing taking a new name in my family is usually met with ridicule and heckling. I try not to participate, because it’s not my name they’re changing, so why should I care?

And don’t forget, a reference to 10 Things I Hate About You.

This is the first time a restaurant I know of, and have been to, has been on BCO (Panera and Olive Garden don’t count, since it’s unlikely I’ve been to the one it happened in). The Hangar!

Dammit, now I want Qdoba, and they’re a 45 minute drive. Guess I’ll be stopping tomorrow after an appointment.

1975? In 2000 I was waiting tables as a Mom and Pop restaurant, where a 10% tip was generous. This wasn’t a run down place either, just an average place to go. I spent the summer asking friends and family, and the common answer was 10%. It went up to 15-18% about 5 years later.

My mother and grandmother both kept theirs. When I was in my late teens, I tried on both dresses, in the hopes I could wear one for my wedding. Not a chance. turns out my bones are just too large for either of them. I’m sure they both still have their dresses, but since I was an only child, my mother’s will probably…

That was twice the cost of mine. Hell, our dresses were under $100, together.

I had a 9 pound siamese who had to sleep between my knees every night. Not my ankles, not next to me, between my knees. She turned into a 400 pound boulder at night. If I shut her out, she, and the other 4 we had (don’t ask), would try and get in the room all night long.

Some days, 1 is too many cats. Sorry Mozzie, but sometimes you are.

Wait, the church didn’t fall down around his ears?

I call my uncle an asshole at his funeral. There was a wave of awkward laughing, and then people did get up to tell stories about his terrible temper. So it broke the ice.

Well, looks like I’m going to be looking into threading. Plucking my chin hair is not fun, maybe threading will work better.