In the blizzard of 1996, I got a neighbor's Nissan Sentra coupe out of a larger snowdrift with nothing but a 100 HP 4 cylinder engine, a manual transmission, a bit of rocking and my experience growing up in New England.

(In my best Because and Butthead voice): Doug cut the cheese, he he, he he.

I truly hope her family was able to donate her organs, so her tragic loss can be something of a benefit to others.

We didn't declare war on Germany in 1939 when they invaded Poland. We didn't declare war on that country until after Pearl Harbor AND Hitler had declared war on us.

The Guard are literally standing around doing nothing all day. The citizens of DC, via our duly elected government and legitimate law enforcement agencies, managed a civilized society very well on our own, thank you.

Now the rest of us have been scarred...scarred for life (IYKYK).

You'll have hit peak middle age when you then can't find your reading glasses to decipher the recipe, only to realize they're on your head.

That's just the shriveled cherry on this sundae of crap. Are they the two worst people in the world? Many people say so.

The Reflecting Pool is a stagnant body of water that has bird droppings and other nasty stuff floating in it. Has been for decades, which is why once a year it's drained and cleaned. He's sundowning again.

But her Lord and Savior pardoned all those violent thugs who attacked police, so wouldn't he pardon this guy as well?

I was simultaneously thrilled and horrified to learn my great-grandparents were from a village in Ireland that has a weird ritual (clearly descended from a pre-Christian pagan rite) involving kidnapping a wild goat to make it king of the town for a weekend (they let it go after).

Physically he reminds me more every day of my Dad in his last year, when the cardiovascular disease and diabetes were catching up with him. Thankfully my father was a decent human who HATED this tool, so we had enjoyable times together up til the end, but man does he look old and sick.

When I was little, we lived near Ma's family but far from Dad's, so we only saw them once every 2 - 3 years or so. I know my Nana (Dad's mom) was upset that I didn't want to hug her, because I barely knew her, but she understood (and I always came around by the end of a trip, because she was great).

For many Thanksgivings Ma would put the canned sauce in a dish and store in the fridge until dinner was fully ready, but everyone would forget to take it out. Became a family tradition to leave it in the fridge and only eat it with the leftovers.