When I walk past the Girl Scout tables, I feel nothing. I may need therapy.

Who needs popovers when you could just rip out a shoulder pad and smear some butter on it?

Well now that it’s (barely) legal in my state, it shouldn’t be such an issue, yet the problem persists. I just don’t know the right people / secret code / magic spell. My son (who’s now in middle school) will probably get it offered to (pushed on) him sooner than I will.

Yes I remember that! Now the fracas makes more sense (though it did already).

Every person who moves to Vermont is issued a pair along with a sap tap and a Subaru. #ifonly

I recently flew out of Logan for the first time in forever and was so happy I almost cried when I saw the Legal Seafoods bar. A good bowl of chowder is a soul-saving thing even when you can’t smell the ocean.

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FTFY

Aha! Thank you.

Ummm, who is her bathing buddy?

And a candid:

Who’s ready for another round of Cake v. Pie, except with these two? So many pics! So many factoids!
I’m ready.

Er, YMMV* but I think two years of grieving alone *and* raising a small child would be enough for me. Same goes for my DH + DS if I died.
*your mourning may vary

This is encouraging! First off, I’ve been harassed in US cities too, just not nearly as much as while I lived in France. And I was doubly intimidated by it there, being an outsider, so I felt like my only option was to scuttle quickly out of range, which luckily always worked. My sister, who also lived in France for a…

My husband stands 6'4" weighs 220 and has twice been nearly killed by ‘kiddie’ rides: once at Thunder Mountain (Disneyland), where he came thisclose to a TBI at the exit point of a tunnel, and once at the Alpine Slide at Attitash (NH? anyone?), where he and his car (gondola?) leapt off the track - not even going that…

Werd. One of the few things I miss about Austin is being able to pick up a Texas Monthly at the HEB and jump straight to his articles while still in line.

The worst part is I finally realized who she reminds me of exactly. My fourth grade teacher. No wonder I spent so much time in the restroom.

Hold up, maybe it was decorated by one of her grandnephews or something? (Does she have those? I don’t know enough). My son insisted on decorating his own birthday carrot cake this year, and y’know, be kind, please... ‘cause the takeaway is hell yes, you can take over in the kitchen any old time, kiddo!

Same. Goddammit. My kiddo was 7 or 8 at the time. Serious regrets.

You got to fan it!

I’m thinking it over.