It looks to me as though you have been trying to participate in social situations that just aren’t a good fit for you. Social media is pretty impersonal in my opinion, fine for seeing pictures of your friends’ babies/grandchildren but as a true connection it doesn’t work.

And each and every one of them is freaking adorable. The song is OK, but the video is great and I can see families recasting their own kids in such a positive piece to be shown at family reunions and more. So, good work, Hansons.

I used to try to like her, but gave up. Why not simply say, “No, thanks.” when they offer you food you can’t/won’t eat?

Maracas are my jam. When and where?

High five, Mr. Squiggles.

I watched Sunday’s interview and had two takeaways.

Mine turned 43 last December.

I burst out laughing when I read it, and obviously have never forgotten it.

I love tacos. Tacos are life. Now we’re going to have tacos for dinner tomorrow. Yum, yum, yum, yum.

Too lazy to Google, but there was a case a few years back where a guy (naturally) pushed his girlfriend/fiance off a ledge and they found a carefully drawn map in his possessions.

Is this a safe place to say I’ll be watching the original Dirty Dancing while the “live” broadcast is on?

Of course, I’ll just give the olives to you!

whisper: yes

Yes, everyone did tell me that. The last time I was in California was just five years ago. I don’t get to California often anymore and it’s usually a quick pass, so we shall see on that future day when I have a meltdown that only chile and corn tortillas can fix.

That shit is an abomination worthy of sending back to the kitchen and demanding another margaritas.

Well, I can’t insert the gif, so...

Taking care of yourself takes care of her. Loving vibes to both of you.

I disparaged Californian Mexican food by questioning why sliced black olives were “always” included. I thought I was going to be run outta Jezebel.

No.

All in favor, say “aye”.