Shucks. I’m glad to know my arrested-development sense of humor is shared.

Negatory. Lunchables are 50% packaging, 25% sodium, 25% saturated fat, and always displayed prominently on the end of the aisle so my kid won’t forget to ask for them as we go by.

I got stuck at the ‘assisted’ phase for like six months and then gave up, so I tip my hat to her. I guess if I were in a movie or the military, I’d have kept pushing. As I am in neither, I’m happy with my kettlebells, pushups and swimming.
My fitness goals are simple: I want to be able to climb to safety, swim to…

So much agreement on zero commute being the key to happiness. Not to mention taking time off when you need it. (I’ve worked as a translator from a home office for 19 years.) The catch, though, is the necessary partitioning of self: me at my desk while my family, home from work and school, lives life on the other side…

It’s also really good genes.

To be fair, European cars are pretty small on average.
Also, You’re a peein’.
I couldn’t help myself.

I salute them! I’m too much of a tomboy for that (if you can call someone my age a tomboy), but my equivalent is making the bed every damn day no matter what.

Agreed. So where’s the recipe?
Ed: Whoops, just saw link to copycats. Sorry for the dudgeon.

Hats off for time savings, and even for no-bake if you’re in a hot climate, but I am yoked to my mom’s old-fashioned, no-shortcuts recipe for plain, dense AF, NY-style cheesecake, no (shudder) toppings please.

Did Louis CK think that was a good comeback move? Does he even have a (figurative) mirror?

Omfg that entire show is one tight set. I was afraid she had a sophomore slump coming, but I guess I missed it if she did. (No, I have not seen her latest movie...)

I will push my seat back if the person in front of me has done so - but never all the way. That’s not rude, that’s safety and self-respect.

We have a cat who’s not only a superb mouser but also will eat bugs.

I should clean my kitchen completely before going to bed at night

No mention of my favorite hack: 
Kitchen sponges in the top rack.

Okay this may explain the flavor of the coffee I had on a Virgin Atlantic flight. My caffeine-withdrawal headache was better than drinking more than one sip. It tasted like the chemicals from the styrofoam cup had leached into the liquid.

When I walk on escalators and (worse yet) moving walkways, I’m signaling anxiety, not virtue. Standing with that many people in close proximity - especially if my path is blocked - makes me panicky. As for elevators, point me to the stairway, please, which I can only hope is not locked or alarmed (is that even legal?).

1. Hard to say. 2. Yes. 3. I hope not. 4. See #3. 5. None. 6. Malkovelgian. 7. Search me.

Yeah no. Short Cuts? Pantsless scene? Girl’s got guts - and chops.

Please please please don’t let him find out about the prosperity gospel or it will be his next career move.