And if anyone tries to program an app that talks to them like I would, I hope their phone shorts out and catches fire.

Nothing has reconciled me to my own mortality like watching billionaires resist the notion that they are going to die.

If the choices are dying or beginning to resemble that guy who got blood transfusions from his teenaged son, dying is fine. No rush, but definitely before it comes to that.

Seriously. Have sex, don't have sex, it's not my business what you do or don't, but the clammy fishes and improbable tongue situation are very upsetting to contemplate.

The kitchen! The little conservatory! The garden!

Some of the decor is much for me, but I love it.

Right? Babies are everywhere! You can find ways to practice! You're supposed to see a pediatrician basically every ten minutes for the first few months! Other people have been through this and are willing to talk about it! How isolated do you have to be that this is a mystery?

OR, hear me out, "Mr. President, what year is it?"

Pretty sure it was on here, because I recall the same.

I sure hope not, because no one ever mentions obstetricians in connection with these experiments.

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Prospera's "amenities" are telework, golf, and the beach? Wow. Yay. Is there a primary school?

It will never cease to bother me that Nancy could connect every clue in creation and still be surprised, in every book, when the bad guys sabotaged her car. Never at any time did Nancy or her dad decide to garage the vehicle.

I am just saying. Once you tidy up the kitchen for a holiday, all manner of things become possible.

I have never seen clear counter space I didn't want to besmirch with a Project.

Know what else isn't happening at my house, though? Cloud Dancer. If that color was here when I bought the place, I might leave it, but I'm not paying to bring it in.

I have left jobs because they were sexist assholes and I had better options, I am just not convinced I would apply this strategy to the House of Representatives. That seems much more like "unite and destroy our oppressors" situation.

Then again, Nancy Mace.

I had nightmares about the hall wallpaper in my house when I was a kid, and I can imagine having nightmares about that, but also, I want it. Alas, I have priced wallpaper and it absolutely is not happening.

It's true, and it's fucking diabolical. When our child was small, my partner and I were woken one night by what sounded like our 2 year-old sobbing outside our bedroom door, calling for mama.

It was the cat.

This is lies. You are allowed let socks with holes go. You can fix them if you want, or you can just move on and knit more socks.

This may only be true because my child is involved in a tech capacity, and not practicing the kazoo at home.

We are coming up on corgi bath night at my house. It has been months. They are smelly.

Or maybe it's just evil farts from eating things they caught in the backyard.