Whoa. Our fridge is 1/2 almost-empty condiments, 1/4 past-its-prime produce, and 1/4 overpriced cheese. And yet somehow I manage to scrape together dinner 5-6 nights a week. Must be the pantry....

Thanks for posting this! - I took it as an excuse to go wake up my husband on a Sunday morning. Heh.

Fiancex? Which kind of takes you all the way through the story.

DC... a wonderland of free museums, fine art, priceless archives, and deeply affecting monuments... all dimmed by a dark shadow. It’s easy to forget when you’re in the Botanic Gardens that the Capitol looms so near. Must be strange to be a DC Parks employee if you’re not a partisan of the Recht.

Friend of mine used to work at the governor’s mansion in Austin when it was occupied by W. I was invited to view the place all gussied up for the holidays. I went (with some trepidation) and was relieved that only the missus was about (sneaking Christmas cookies from the kitchen). Had I known then what I know now, I’d…

It’s just this kind of divisiveness and tribalism that keep me coming back ;)

Also, ignore instructions to heat your oven to 375. That will just make your cookie puff up and the edges go brown while you wait for the middles to set. Go for 325-350 depending on your oven - they’ll spread out and bake up chewy (especially if they’ve been refrigerated first).

That’s what it looks like to me. It even looks like she asked her guide to get in the frame (behind her, of course). It strikes me as odd that anyone on safari wouldn’t have an actual camera, though.

I’m a 10 on the weenie scale. I walked out of Nightmare on Elm Street when I was in my 20s, and I haven’t improved much. I would need pharmaceuticals to sit through an entire horror film, so it’s not worth it to me. When I do watch any of one, just to keep my husband company, it bothers me for months (or years, as with…

I can imagine him wanting to short-circuit the inevitable boycott/protest by pretending it’s his idea.

Who plays Stanley? The collective rapey id of the GOP?

This sandwich should be on the flag of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

My mom was freaky with the PB combos: bacon, cucumber, fruit, cheese... we had no idea this was odd until we started school.

My run definitely improves when I’m not listening to anything except the sound of my own breathing. It’s like a biofeedback loop, or at least what I imagine that to be. But I only do it when I realize I’ve forgotten my earbuds, so I can’t claim any high ground there.

His compulsive need to list every single friend he did anything with already tells me more than I wanted to know.

Not quite a clone, I see plenty of her dad in that gorgeous face too.

Here’s my nice voice: As someone who has to work really hard to partition politics off in order to have a relationship with her parents, I really feel for this poster, and I invite you to consider your responses more thoughtfully in the future.

All good points, but missing the major stressor of peer pressure, the way that girls take their fears out on each other. Junior high was a waking nightmare for me. I was one of a trio of ‘best friends,’ and the odd one out whenever there was a conflict (yeah, three besties, always a good idea at that age). My sister…

Lobster. Pot.

Go ahead, try Grape Nuts without milk and see how long it takes your palate to be cut to ribbons. You gotta let that bidniss soak.