Assume, since you are breathing in while wearing the mask, that you have possibly sucked particles of COVID 19 that are now caught in the front of your mask. So don’t touch the front when removing it, or in general. Assume the front is as gross and contaminated as that ATM keypad and wash the crud out when you get…

Today’s special is on fleek.

We’ve got four and I got two and he got two. And yes, I kept my premarriage name. The kids all look like siblings and no one has any complexes about not being a family because our names don’t match. I think they rather enjoy it. Family is what you make of it.

If you’re an amazon Primer member, there are a handful of RiffTrax bundled with the movie up for watching. There are quite a few more that are not Prime that are in their catalog as well.

Did some digging to find there was a newsletter article I had received about an event (at said restaurant) and Mother Google “helpfully” added it to my calendar. I’ve since disabled the “automatically add events to my calendar” feature.

I’ve got one, too, for the Redwood Steakhouse, which is about an hours drive from my house and I’ve never been there before.

Agreed. I kept my last name and we split the kids up - half get his last name and half get mine. Sure at school we get all sorts of mixed up last name variations, but no one ever thinks that we are not a family unit.

Disclaimer: I get/am this. I have four kids of my own.

We had that one in Iowa on Sept 30:

It’s just “Dead Lobster” at our house.

This reminds me of the James Lilek book Interior Desecrators (http://www.lileks.com/institute/inte…). It’s avocado, brown and golden harvest - the holy trinity of 70s colors!

Now I feel old. I had that sweater and the Dorothy Hamill haircut to match.

Or an FBF?

We just alternated. I get the even kids and he gets the odd ones. It helps that a) we have an even number and b) that they’re all the same gender. The kids don’t even seem to think it odd that they have different last names and they look very clearly like alike, so there’s not a lot of confusion that they are related.…

Found it on madewell.com.

But how was he able to tell in the dark?

I'm with you on the stank. When I was a little kid, my Chinese mom got fresh intestines (cow? pig?) from NYC Chinatown one summer and brought them home and washed and cooked the things. Talk about stank. I remembering eating them but not what they tasted like. All I can recall is the horrid smell that permeated…

Aunt Irma!