The librarian said it was a normal sized home use crock pot, so yeah, a gallon or so of volume. She didn’t assemble it on site, apparently she did it some place else and then carried the whole thing into the library.

OH GOD. I haven’t even finished reading but that Funky Town story has brought actual tears to my eyes.

“I can do all of those things. I won’t do any of them.” Of course, the things we say after the fact, amirite?

I confess I have used that phrase; in my defense it was after arguing with a 3 year old about brushing their teeth. I agree it is a douche-y phrase and will strive to not use it in the future but, damn, getting your kids to brush their own f-ing teeth can be enraging.

It really is. It incites this sense of rage where otherwise I would likely be hurt and want to cry, it makes me want to physically strangle the person who thought it’d be okay to utter those words.

“Was that so hard?!”

“SILLY and ANTIQUATED”

That’s exactly the way to do it. I used to date the GM of a pretty upscale nightclub. I could go in with a group of 10 people and get VIP service all night, all comped. But I always, without fail, tipped the bartenders $10 on every drink, and made sure anyone in my group did, too. We were getting the best service…