I never used Goodreads except to occasionally look up the name of an audiobook narrator or to read reviews; I never had an account. For me, BookWyrm fills the need for me in terms of tracking my own reading, and especially my TBR list. I don’t use it for anything else. I don’t post on a feed, and I barely make my ratings public. So yeah… probably not what you’re looking for but that’s all I wanted from it and it’s exactly what I got.

Unfortunately it’ll probably teach her the wrong lesson.

I’m good at it. But, at the same time, I live in a pretty diverse area and I’ve met plenty of people who are clearly not super comfortable with it. So it’s an interesting balancing act to do it enough to be showing respect but not so much that I creep them out. Mostly I take my cues from their own eye contact levels.

Copycat recipe

When we moved into our house, we had two cats and kept finding mouse droppings. (The house had been flipped after belonging to a hoarder.) Lived there for two months and the cats did nothing and we still had mice. Got a dog and suddenly no more mice…

Surprised they made it that long. I guess a kid would complicate breaking up.

Knitter here. I’m literally making clothes! Yes a sweater takes months but you know… also good for meetings.

Sorbet!

Am I reading correctly that nothing is wrong with them except the tread is worn down? See if there is a shoe repair shop near you. Cobblers can usually replace tread. That way you’re not falling whim to capitalism, keeping something out of the landfill, and you don’t have to break in a new pair.

Haha I have, at least if I’m thinking of the right thing, the YouTube video? He stretches a few (my degrees are in music theory so I can hear what he means and not all of them are exactly the same chord progressions) but I feel seen nonetheless.

Yeah, I feel for the string players, honestly. Especially the ones who take wedding gigs.

Gonna go against the grain here with something classical: Pachabel’s Canon in D. I liked it when I was a kid, for at least the first 10 or 20 times I heard it, but since then I’ve probably heard it thousands of times, and I’m not even a strings player. I’m not exaggerating either; it’s in so many commercials, weddings, movies, just over loudspeakers in the grocery store… ugh it’s inescapable. Pretty the first few times, sure, but it’s so aggressively bland.

The Fifth Element

My kids still have desks like these starting in about 4th grade.

My husband has been wondering if he should get formally diagnosed for ADHD now that our kid has been. (Talk about a carbon copy of a parent, this kid, geeze.) This explains a lot about the way he cooks. He always says it’s because he “needs more practice” but all I see is a chaotic stressful experience, and of course if I try to help him I just get in the way and make him irritated that I seem to think he can’t manage it on his own. Anyway all I’m saying is that it’s interesting to read your comment because I wonder if that’s my husband’s trouble, too.

Sometimes I read accounts of other people’s dreams (such as in posts like this one) and I’m always bemused by how much other people’s dreams make sense, at least a little. Mine are always nonsensical; best not to try and read into them, methinks.

I have PMDD and my Mirena gives me no cycle which means no PMDD and it is literally lifesaving. My flow was similar to yours and the physical symptoms definitely sucked (though I think other women have worse physical symptoms than I did) but the emotional symptoms were insane and definitely made me non-functional without an antidepressant.

Tuna. When I was a kid, I was sometimes fed canned tuna in sandwiches and they were vile. I always thought the person who made them put way too much mayo in (I was also off mayo for a long time) but it occurs to me now that maybe it was Miracle Whip? Anyway they were awful. My brother threw up all over the table once during such a lunch.

Anyway, as an adult I finally was brave enough to try sushi tuna, and it’s fine. If you sear it though, it tastes enough like the canned stuff that I can’t eat it. 100% raw is okay though.

I’m shocked no one else has said the horn. It was the first thing I thought of.

Worked at a Starbucks in college that was open until midnight. One time there were a couple of girls hanging out and didn’t leave when 12 rolled around. We started doing our closing tasks, locked the doors, etc. and they still remained. Finally I was starting to mop the floor and one of them said to me, “Were you going to ask us to leave?” And I said, “We’re not allowed to.” They were so apologetic after that. Yeah whatever, just get the hell out.