I have many, many beloved friends who are living apart from the fathers of their children. I feel I have to gently point out (usually over wine whilst they’re wailing!) that whereas I am a single parent - having been doing it alone since I first found out I was pregnant - they are a parent who is single. It’s a…

YESSS!!!

I’ve been on a “Don’t get me started!” rant hair-trigger about Tarantino for about 20 years. He can’t write women, his racism is appalling, and his rape obsession has always horrified me. Nothing surprises me about that creep.

I am allergic to any and all animals. My life is so empty! 😩

He was jailed, and has only very recently been released and able to go home. He’s from my country.

This seems so strangely innocent and joyous! So not very Trumpy.

To hide the blood.

“I get that this was inappropriate for a work setting”

Depends on the animal, my health at that time, other factors. I’ve had full blown asthma attacks from being in a train carriage with two dogs, taken ill from wearing a coat which had been hung up next to a dog owners coat and picked up hair, but I’ve been able to pick up my friends puppy when he needed me to, and move…

It’s an overlap of two people’s medical conditions, sadly. They need their animal to be well, I need to be away from their animal to stay well. Luckily where I live, therapy animals are rarer, so I tend not to encounter them without warning, or in a situation I couldn’t quickly leave. If I’m expecting it, I heavily…

I’m dangerously allergic to dogs. (All animals and birds in fact.) Not in a scratchy sneezy way, in a full-on asthma/ shock reaction. I have a much adored friend who makes a point of taking her dog to bars and such places as allow them, then taking pictures of them “being a rebel” by sitting on the soft furnishings…

“Just messing with you” = somewhat trollesque. Leave her alone, please and thank you.

The blouse is empty in this analogy. The awesome girl has vacated the garment, leaving it unsupported, pointless, and frivolous. He is a non-person, a stuffed shirt.

They do! And it is glorious. One of my friends goes on about how perfectly round my bottom is and is supremely jealous. 😉

I think you might be me...?

Would you decribe the mainland USA as an active war zone?

A splendid question. The coffin size would depend on the hat...

Well, it only works if they’re “in doubt”. If they feel sure I would forgive them sweatpants at my graveside, then power to them!

[Guffaw!]