Carboncat

Yeah, have the Demos on "record" cold beer and laptop. (Here it is only 5:00).d

Oh gosh, just now joining! Missed the beginning. Got beer though!

Best of luck to you. I so appreciate your relating your experience with this. Hope you get back to side-sleeping soon. Proud of you for going back to work so soon!

Just scrolling thru past comments here, but both versions sound good! College was where I discovered "No Doze". I don't think they make it anymore.

What? I missed this gem? Oh no!

This makes my day! Thanks!

Or a Purr-ito!

Both of you, get off the bus now! And change your drawers, it'll all look better in the morning. Thanks, though, for such a delicious use of language!

Yes, today I found my "indoors" cats all have fleas, and there is flea "dust" all around. Hard to spot on dark-furred cats, but really obvious on my tabby's white chinsie. Errrggh! At least you can launder your emotional support animals!

No there seems to be no chewing and savoring. After the Crucible feat of showering, and dragging on their tent-sized sleeveless top (with or without bra), they collapse into their recliner ready to hoover breakfast, because, gotta hurry, lunch is coming up soon. You have me reflecting that a lot of fast food in particular SMELLS better than it tastes. Ever tried to re-heat a fast-food burger and fries? I agree it seems more about the compulsive fill-up than any real love of food and its' taste. Maybe because their taste buds are so overloaded and burnt out these folks have trouble appreciating real food, with it's textures and tastes. Hence dumping a cup of Ranch on an iceberg lettuce salad and calling it following the diet. I do think some of the appeal of these shows, beyond perdition and redemption, is the train-wreck quality of "Damn, taken to the n'th degree this could be me....but of course, no way"

You know, it's stuff like your post here that I so enjoy about this snarkfest forum about a cable TV show!

But curling is so cute. That it's a sport kind of buoys my faith in humanity.

Oh, yes, now I get it. Unfortunately.

Outrageous! No one should have to need a job that bad.

Oh, goodness! I was a Union Carpenter {Local #713) at 5'5. And buff. Now am 5'2 from spinal degeneration. I'm really small, at 102lbs, but 100lbs at 5'9' is not good. After littlesun's birth in1993 I topped out at a whopping 153 lbs. Lost a total of 4 lbs with a 7lb 7oz baby. Stopped speaking to my mom for a year when she sneered "Are you pregnant again?" It was the Christmas sweater, but shame, nonetheless. I pray you have found some peace with food and yourself. Hint: Cheerios (or generic oat-i-os) are good for guilt-free crunchy snacking. I went shopping this afternoon on my lunch break for spring clothes. Capris instead of shorts. Tops that skim my lack of waist...or (butt). Take care of yourself; I know we are chatting and snarking about a TV show, but I do value sharing with Pounders across the country. Thanks everyone, and hugs to Nokat.

It's a dry rub, oops the cat's have got my tongue..

I always try to peer into the chicken wing plastic bags to get the maximum 2nd wing joints, not the "drumstick" ones. It's a mixed "bag". My mesquite BBQ wings are always gone before I get to the front of the line at potlucks. (Secret not included) Beauty is, you can cook them the night before, and reheat. Back in the 60's when wings were sold whole, if at all from whole chicken, my mom and me used to love to crunch the burnt wing-tips!

Well put. If you think that's true, just shut your mouth altogether and STOP EATING and see what happens....duh...YOU WILL LOSE WEIGHT; it's not that complicated!

No, no, I'm sorry, no one referred to my specific son's actual room. I related that quote I heard from somewhere online because it struck me as so true. My littlesun was grieving for the sudden death of his best platonic girl friend, who died after giving birth to his godson, from a congenital liver condition, and after finishing his stint in the Marines. He was going through a bad time, yes, but in an 800 sq ft house with 2 men...open the window and let the testosterone out.... It was a bad scene, fighting, and guns, all legal of course. And unfortunately, police. Cringe.. But his room... OMG. I loved the description, but it wasn't about me. Littlesun is now engaged, employed, out of the house, and asking me for recipes. And I have my room back. But "bomb went off in a thrift store" was so on point!

At least it was clean! Bravo!

Thank you, he is. This stuff is really scary. It seems like a minute ago I was at the toddler park with the stroller, and now we're old. WTF. But it is funny how parallel thoughts run through your mind in an emergency: Oh help help help/dammit it's messy/ shit I'm in my nightgown with no makeup/ help help but yes I was drinking myself today, are you judging me? Help help… here's his medications, yes, I can make a sandwich, please be ok, there are like 10 people in a bedroom 10' x 12' /is he ok? Gosh, they're hunky, sheesh, the quilt needs washing and I didn't do the dishes. Like they care, or do they? Life sure beats the alternative, let's flail ahead.

I have the beginning symptoms of COPD. I use inhalers because I have smoked for 30 years and really haven't quit. I understand the insanity and justification of bad choices. So sorry about your brother; some folks just can't make fully aware choices for themselves, and are kind of at the mercy of others. Not snarkworthy, but just sad..

Direct TV has it on at 5:00 here, and sometimes doesn't repeat it at 8:00. It is inconvenient and frustrating, for sure. I leave Oakland at 4:00, and hubby has the laptop set up for me in the "Cat Room" i.e. my adult son's former bedroom, now with a cat tree, litter boxes and feeding stations. This was the room kindly described as" Bomb Went Off In A Thrift Store." Yes, folks, there is balmy sunshine to warm away your empty-nest blues. Oh yes...

Yes, a "wine" fest. I decided to indulge chatting with my pounder pals on a Wednesday....it was fun!

It sounds so totally exhausting, to eat like that.