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He is her now ex-husband. They were married when the show started. He's there to ask her questions and get her to expand on what she's experiencing. I guess they thought it would be weirder for him to just walk beside her and ask her questions. Sometimes they use his close-ups.

Your Dad sounds like a lot of fun!

I'm still aggravated by the knuckleheads who spell Isaiah "Isiah". That's not even phonetically correct!

I got the girls' teeth done last February for the first time (they were 5) because there was a sweet February deal. I may not do it every year, but now their annual stuff is in February, so it will always be "on sale" if it needs to be done. And Swiffer is getting her butt checked out in February, too. Hope she's not too ticked at me.

They should have said "polishing up", as in putting the finishing touches on it. "Polishing off" is eating.

I want that on a shirt.

He actually died before the new year, so there's one more to lay at 2016's door.

I liked it the first 15,000 times I saw it. It unfortunately never went out of rotation here, so I'm beyond sick of it now.

The false advertising is for a "sale" price that is the regular price. It has nothing to do with the quality of the pillow itself. A coworker raves about how comfortable hers is.

But damn, is the candy itself good!

He's very handsome! Playing in a pile of paper and still manages to look dignified. :)

I saw a UFO with my whole family when I was maybe 14 or 15 (roughly '75 or '76). My Dad's brother and his wife would come over most weeks and play euchre. Uncle Kenny smokes, but Mom has never allowed anyone to smoke in the house, so he went out on the back porch. After a few minutes, he called us to come out and look at this thing. I remember standing out in the backyard watching a cigar-shaped object hovering over the woods. It was maybe slightly domed on top instead of truly cylindrical, but had no features. It was a bright LED red and completely silent. Judging by how long it appeared to be in relation to the woods and how far back from the house the woods were, it had to be at least as long as a football field. We watched it maybe 10 minutes (one of my brothers actually got bored and went back inside) and then it shot off to the west (we were facing north) very quickly, seemed to hang briefly, then accelerated out of sight instantly. One other time, I was in bed one summer night and I kept hearing this airplane circling. I finally got up and went outside. I could still hear it clearly, but couldn't see anything, even though the noise was so loud, it seemed to be right over the house. This was one of those moonlit nights so bright, you could almost read by it. The sky was completely clear and I could hear it circling around and around, but there was nothing in sight. I even woke up my Mom to come outside, but she was baffled, too. After a long time, the noise eventually faded. Shortly after my Dad died, Mom woke up when she heard the sound of Dad coming back to bed after a trip to the bathroom, and then realized that couldn't be. She saw Dad standing in the doorway just looking at her. She asked, "Bob?" and he just dissolved in a shower of gold sparks and was gone.

Nah, that was what lawn darts were for.

My brain has always gone 90 mph, shooting off in a dozen different tangents. I can't just shut it off. I've tried drugs, alcohol, but lately the best thing has been to unwind with mindless, repetitive tasks. Like solitaire a dozen times in a row. Something that doesn't require a lot of higher brain function - I'll deliberately do the easiest levels because I don't want my mind to get interested in what I'm doing. After awhile, I know it's OK to try to go to sleep.

I've had insomnia my entire adult life and that shit's hard on you. I wonder if it contributed to my getting breast cancer, since I'm the first on either side of the family. I absolutely refuse to look at the clock any more, so as not to play that game where you think, "If I fell asleep right now, I'd have exactly 2 hours of sleep." Ha! I couldn't fall asleep on command if my life depended on it. If I need to sleep, I can't. I wake up 2 or 3 times most nights, and then when I need to get up, I'm suddenly so damned sleepy... gah! It's so irritating. I have tried everything. Nothing works longer than a few weeks, tops. The best sleep I ever had were the two times I took Ambien - but then had a minor car wreck the next morning both times. On consecutive days! I got Ambien when I was diagnosed and had an accident the next day. After dealing with the insurance company and the rental car people and the body shop people, I needed sleep, so I took it again. And promptly wrecked the rental car the next day. That was when it clicked - my mind was just a little fuzzy and my reflexes weren't sharp. Regretfully, I flushed the rest. Thank goodness my mind was fuzzy enough to agree to the rental car insurance, so that didn't cost me anything. And then my sister called with all those wonderful Ambien side-effects you can find by googling - sleep-walking, sleep-eating, sleep-fucking, and more than one person who woke up outside totally naked! About 20 years ago, I started experiencing something far worse than those hypnic jerks as you fall asleep. I thought I was either going crazy or having seizures, but google is my friend and I discovered that I actually have "Exploding Head Syndrome". I shit you not. Although it's frequently described as a loud noise in your head that wakes you up and scares the shit out of you, mine isn't noise so much as the feeling that my head has exploded or what I imagine it must feel like to be shot in the head, along with a dash of an electric tingle... but without the pain. Lasts a split second, but hoo-boy, I'm awake again, damn it. Mine can go months or even years without happening, but when it's back, I'll usually have clusters of them over a few days. Usually when I'm tired and/or stressed; well, more than usual. It is apparently harmless, but aggravating. ETA: I tried a little experiment last year. I had a week's vacation and decided to go exactly nowhere and do exactly nothing. I would stay up until I was sleepy and wake up whenever I'd slept "enough". I stayed awake anywhere from 8 to 30 hours and then slept 7 to 15 hours. Houston, we have a problem. My circadian rhythms are fried.

Oy! My big guy, Imp (RIP) used to do the same. damned. thing. Just because he could and knew it drove me nuts. His sister, Birdie (also gone) figured out how to jump up and turn on the lightswitch in the hallway - at 2 am!

Yeah, it only saved 4 letters. Maybe we could ask the mods to change it?

I can remember waking up in my teens when the phone rang. My sister was listening down the register trying to figure out who was calling in the middle of the night. Half-asleep, I told her that Uncle Virgil had died. And he had! It wasn't expected, either. I've also had deja-vu (not sure if that's the right word for it) a couple of times and it freaked me out both times. Once it was something really stupid - a raffle at the high school gym and I watched totally knowing the winner would be my biology teacher, even down to the flourish with which he handed in his winning ticket. Another time, I stayed home from church Sunday night because I wasn't feeling well. I heard my parents come home - tires crunching on the gravel driveway, car doors shutting, even footsteps up to the back porch. I looked up from my book to say hi, but they never came in. I got up to investigate and there was no one there at all. Ten minutes later, the sounds repeated, but this time it really was them coming home.

Their singing voices are so similar!

Wow, how did I not know that? And how did she not kill him when she woke up and found out what he had done?

Eons ago (20+ years), when I was on the transport team picking up a patient at another hospital, this happened. OK, small-town Indiana, but even then, we were appalled when the local doc asked our doc, "What kind of Asian are you?" We cringed, but he calmly replied that his parents were Japanese. She then goes on to ask, "So, how would I know by looking that you were Japanese instead of Chinese, etc.?" He laughed it off with "We're better looking.", but on the trip home, we were all shaking our heads at how clueless she was and how offensive that whole exchange was.

"Yankee Candles - live life sinfully." Umm, what? Candles are sinful? Maybe they meant decadent. Looked up in time to see it written on the screen: "Live life scentfully." OK, that's just lame. And deliberately meant to be misunderstood, IMO. Which makes it even lamer. They would have been better off stressing the decadent pleasure of their delightful scents, or some such.

When Carrie Fisher (and James Earl Jones) were on the Big Bang Theory:

Vera Rubin, the groundbreaking astrophysicist who discovered evidence of dark matter, died Sunday night at the age of 88, the Carnegie Institution confirms. http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2016/12/26/507022497/vera-rubin-who-confirmed-existence-of-dark-matter-dies-at-88