#2 is the most compelling reason and the one I will obey. I just got through a horrid two-week cold that hit me right after a transatlantic flight and, lawd, from now on I will do anything to keep cooties off my phone.

I’m the p.i.t.a. who brings food to the airport, whenever I can remember to prep it. I don’t care if it is molested by TSA and piteously squished by the time I get to eat it; lines for/prices and quality of airport food will deepen even the despair of the airport experience.

Love Budget Bytes!

Sleep? In economy? bahahahahaHAHAHA

So, it isn’t at all possible to declare from these results: “Have more sexual activity if you don’t want earlier menopause” or “Have less sexual activity if you want earlier menopause.”

Add to this: Nordic means very little bro culture. Plus no lift tickets, no freezing in lift lines, no ruining your knees, no avalanches, no après-ski crowd shoving into the bar starting in mid-afternoon and then driving home sloppy drunk. 

I’m quite sure my brother, the oldest, has many points on my (middle) sister and me IQ-wise, but (parenting again) the pressure on him as the local math whiz / all-around boy genius completely backfired so that he ended up changing majors late in his college career and then never finished. Meanwhile, sis got her…

DH and I have been in separate bedrooms for a few years now - when we have houseguests we share a bed - but it has done away with our annoyance toward each other which was pretty textbook: him snoring, me with insomnia. That, and his job taking him away for 3 days a week, have made the time we share much more fun,…

Animated, doc, and live-action shorts are the only nominees I care about and will make an effort to find and watch. Shorts rock my world much the way short stories do.

What about Lyft? I would never dream of asking my elderly parents to drive me to the airport at any hour. Lyft will pick me up at 4 am and I can meet them out in the street.

Can’t stop til she’s a Skeloton.

She’s clearly about to smash the screen with that dumbbell. I hope.

I hope her code name is ‘Tackie O’

I do! Unfertilized, even.

I hear you. We moved to northeast Vermont five years ago and quickly understood that because we don’t have ‘four in the ground’ (parents and grandparents buried here) we will remain ‘flatlanders’ to the natives. Ow, my feelings...

It’s me, not you. I have to double any time estimates because I’m prey to too many distractions in the kitchen: hungry kids, playlist tweaking, compulsively re-reading the recipe but forgetting ingredients or steps anyway.... #recipechallenged

So.... much.... work. For nachos. On one of the most labor-intensive cooking days of the year.

You’re assuming I live in an urban, ethnically-diverse area.

Thanks.

Like I said: we all have a line in the sand. Yours being the occasional fish.