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When my S/O got job offers after his fellowship in the early 1980s, we had to choose between a research directorship in Grenada or Hawaii (we lived in Canada at the time). I graciously allowed him to make the final decision and dutifully followed him to Hawaii. The sacrifices we make for love when we're young ... :-)

B F D :-) I DVR everything, but try to limit my thumb usage, which is overworked using the FF button during pledge week.

He is a carpenter by trade, and can "fix anything". As a local boy, I'm sure he can get enough work to pay rent and buy what he can't hunt, fish & gather. She's an agricultural grad student who has already spent a year volunteering at a local food co-op in the past, so she probably has decent connections for growing some of their food. I wonder if they made it?

I don't think she has that kind of time. That ship has already sailed, I'm afraid. I'll see myself out

Kate would know first hand about 2 decades old "glory days". Bitter bitchface can take her "elegance is refinement" trash talk about the people she's well compensated for serving and shove it up her ass.

Come to the dark side, Persnickety1 ... :-)

Another unsatisfying episode. The log wall was as hideous as the old wallpaper. The only thing I liked was the dogs, especially Rumpole. Great idea, BusyOctober. He could even have a grooming station and partner with a local groomer to provide on-call services to guests. The outdoor area could be upgraded with dog park amenities, too.

The secret was destroying you, wasn't it, Suz? ;-)

Whaddya mean former? :-)

Back when I spent time at the nude beach a young couple would take a cooler of sandwiches around to sell. They put on shorts and t-shirts to do so.

That ceiling was an eyesore - it looked like something you'd see in the unfinished basement of a very old home. It was nice to see the brothers finally get their shit together and feel good about finishing things.

No kidding. I can't sew and don't know anything about designing, but after watching PR for so many years, I think even I could figure out a "safe" runway look for most of the challenges!

His screaming and thrashing would attract more walkers away from Shane, I'd imagine. :-(

cooksdelight - when I first read this I forgot which thread I was in, and thought you were talking about our dear Mod, Bella! :-)

You probably don't, ncsocialworker. He was a danger ... to me. Ancient history and a hard life lesson, if you know what I mean. ;-) Much like some software people with a secret "back door", construction people will sometimes build an "insurance policy" into their project - something that could cause a major headache to a slow or non-paying client, but is a relatively easy fix. Old timers know a lot of dirty tricks. The construction industry also has more than it's share of the anti-social types, shall we say, who have an independent streak and a willingness to retaliate, if someone's being a dick to them.

In the First Look they're using PINK solo cups. I'm screwed, because the red ones won't fade no matter how many aeons they're left in the sun. Nice to see Kim isn't the only one who finds the sound of the UPS truck is like crack. :-)

Shopping channel host: "... it can be whatever you need it to be. Hence why we are calling it The Forever Jacket".

You may as well relegate them to the seventh circle of hell. :-)

But we Krauts don't have a sense of humor, dontcha know?! :-) As an aside, before anyone gets all ballistic about the Kraut pejorative, I must tell you that I've heard it as that in the 50s, but I've also heard it as a term of endearment from my stepmom to my bioDad since then, and have decided to embrace the endearment. (Because I'm old, and my intolerance seems to be tempered with acceptance).

Drapery rods are mostly hollow, and nobody ever thinks of taking them down and unscrewing the finials to look for the deceased seafood. Real fireplaces vomit smoke because no one thinks of using a broomstick to break the pane of glass mortared into the chimney as a contactors' lein. If I say any more, the ghosts of boyfriends past may haunt me, so I'll be quiet now, I promise

I suspect the Dubrows are Michael Roache style "Buddhists" (if you've watched Dateline, you'll recognize the sleaze).

The Man Who's The 132 lb Scrotum? ETA: Or, The Woman With The 132lb Scrotum of a Husband

You Lower Franconians have some strange ways, AKraven. We still use a meat hammer to pound our schnitzel thin. ;-)

The groan heard round the world.