Let's gooooo!!!!

It's like my mother's famed holiday dessert, Hershey Bar Pie (a melted giant Hershey bar stirred into room temp Cool Whip, blonked into a graham cracker crust, and frozen) in a can. Revelatory.

PS this thread helps.

Frosted Flakes. Would that I were a child again.

HA! Right?!

Static. Bane of cats and fine-haired dogs and people.

DO SOMETHING.

Exactly. And fire behind the eyes.

My son just got accepted to the University of Minnesota. I do not know how I feel about that possibility. I cannot even think a week ahead, let alone 6 months. I love Minnesota. I would be terrified for all the math kids of color who would be his friends. I am apoplectic with rage. What do we do?

I'm shaking. Everything in me is screaming to run to Minnesota and help the helpers. I swear to god I'm on the verge of lighting myself on fire on TV, I feel so helpless and swallowed by the void. How are any of us functioning? Why isn't this all over EVERY media, and called what it is?

I volunteer.

Yeah. It fucking IS.

I had the same issue. You could try Katabasis, which I found quite satisfying in a brainular way, or the dense world-building of the French series in translation that starts with A Winter's Promise, which is super weird and has great characters, and manages a whiff of steampunkery without being twee

show up tonight with the incredible meal we had catered from the delicious Turkish place and pay to supply for all 20 family members to have a nice Christmas eve dinner. I guess I'll just take my book and sit on the corner of the couch and get drunk and read. Because I haven't heard from her since.

the curator of the elegant and beautiful setting, because he hates conflict and says it's not worth it and to just laugh because she's so petty and damaged. But I'm exhausted planning and shopping and cooking for them and cleaning up after them and I've had enough. So anyway that'll be fun when we

I (finally) told her so. And a couple other long-term thorns in my side as well. My husband will never tell her how it hurts me to be overlooked every year as she hands me my Starbucks gift card and goes back to ignoring me, the fucking creator of their bountiful vegetarian and vegan feast and

that she made me angry because I asked for help with Christmas day brunch, instead of doing everything myself to give her family a warm, lovely, delicious holiday tradition. I am simply too overwhelmed this year. And she basically refused and she'd just get Kroger muffins. And this infuriated me and

I liked it too. The family dynamics were eerily familiar and it was so validating just seeing that in writing.