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Just curious: Did you use chicken thighs or breasts? I got pretty much exactly that recipe a week ago in an email from Food Network. I figured that's where she got hers as well. I'm planning to make my own onion-soup mix, because the store-bought ones are usually so high in sodium.

I'm glad I'm not alone in my dim view of Alina. All those conditions she was laying out for him in last night's episode seemed like the classic abuser/controller tactics: cut off all contact with your friends, shut down your social-media accounts--they felt to me like standard isolation techniques. What twenty-year-old academic is so intent on getting married to a guy she's spent two whole weeks with??? And a guy who has no accomplishments of his own to point to, except for quitting his job as an exterminator to go sweep her off her feet in a foreign country. I think she's fully as creepy as he is. Which just reinforces that old saying about water seeking its own level. All these couples eventually reveal themselves to be people who richly deserve each other.

I find myself wondering what exactly kind of call center Sumit was working in before he became a kept man. A few weeks ago, I watched a series of YouTube videos about some US guys who were scamming the scammers basically--working with the police to get the goods on a cell of Indian call-center creeps who were cheating elderly American women of large sums of money. And suddenly I could visualize Sumit in his element, lying effortlessly to old women. It wouldn't surprise me even a little bit if I went back to rewatch those videos and saw him at one of the phones in the background. In fact, the voice of the featured scammer sounded just like our boy Sumit. So maybe his professional and personal lives intersected on Jenny.

Yes, at least one of them has: Andrew Gross.

I wondered the same thing in the Fight for Love episode a couple of weeks ago. It doesn't seem to be a popular question, even with all the reasoning laid out.

The cutoff number was officially established way back in the 1970s. I don't think we need to re-litigate it. 😉

I just clicked on both links, and the Seaside said it was out of stock, if that influences your decision. Those are both so very different from the kind we have that's it's hard for me to form an opinion. We have the Cat Mate, which is plastic (since neither of your choices is, I'm assuming that's not something you want) and as a material might be lightest of all for you to pick up. But because it's three levels, it is bottom-heavy, which might make it harder for your cat to knock over. Of the two you're considering, I think I'd go with the one that's easier for you to manage (the out-of-stock one, of course). No help at all, right? I'd just say make sure it's returnable if it ends up being not great. P.S. I use cafeteria trays for all kinds of things (under plants on the floor for one), so a big thumbs-up for that idea.

I will send you my husband. Before we got the cat--and I am truly not making this up--he would take mice that were caught in one of those live traps, put them in the car, and drive them three miles away to release them and make them somebody else's problem. He'd read that if you let them go within a three-mile radius of your house, they'd come back. I wonder how he found his way back.

Yeah, and what are the odds those "character witnesses" are the same people you shared all those pizzas with, huh? (In my best Edward G. Robinson voice. Fun fact: Edward G. Robinson's brother was my mother's dentist.)

Well, then it's a damn good thing I'm not a career criminal, isn't it? My crooks were ordering an insane amount of pizza on my dime. But in California. And the tragedy is that I can't get pizza delivered to my own house for love or money. Life is so cruel. Wait a minute. . . . Doesn't Bastet live in California??? This is starting to come together.🍕

Well, I don't like to brag or anything, but . . . No, I'm not a career criminal, sorry. But I feel for you. I had some fraudsters going after my credit card for years. And the bank just kept "solving" the problem by issuing me a new card with a new account number. Most of the time, within about a half hour of my using the new number, I'd get an email alert of a suspicious charge. I finally just stopped using it, but I wanted to use up the rewards points before ditching the card entirely. Weirdly, my husband, who's an authorized user on MY account, never had a minute's worth of trouble with it. Don't be me. If you can close this account and open another with an entirely different institution, go do it. Some of these people never give up.

No, I'm pretty sure there's no stitching involved. But the IUD is more or less locked into place in the uterus, and you could tear up a lot of very delicate tissue taking it out if you don't know what you're doing, so . . . bleeding, infection, possible infertility, IQ drop. Oops, forget that last one. There's no place lower to go with this crew.

Most recently she's been known for repeatedly DM'ing that wannabe starlet Courtney Stodden and urging her to kill herself when Stodden was 15 years old and married to a 51-year-old man. The kid was clearly in the hands of sexual predators (possibly including her own parents). Now Teigen is trying to present herself as Mother of the Year. Not buying it. She's not much of a human being, but she does play one on Twitter.

Oh, jeez, it gives me cramps just to think about it! Did he really remove her IUD? Can't that be potentially, you know . . . fatal? It must be true that God watches over drunks and fools.

Plus, if he's the observant Mormon he claims to be (when he's not having sex outside marriage), shouldn't he have been wearing those undergarments Mormons are required to wear all the time? I'd think that extra set of clothes would amp up the wet discomfort level significantly.

Maybe in the way of trying to convince people she's not the vile example of a human that she turned out to be?

And even more likely because she's always right about everything, so being taught how to eat properly post-surgery seems like a nonstarter for her. You know the old line about how you can always tell a Harvard man but you can't tell him much? Like that. Except in Tiffany's case without the Harvard part.

😁 😁 😁 That's funny. I had (sometimes still have) a Noo Yawk accent. I was very conscious from childhood not to tawk like a Lawng Islander. (I mostly succeeded.) But no NYer would go so far overboard as to change "hawking" into "hocking." That's how midwesterners sound. But if you're up for a cup of cawwwfee, gimme a cawwl. I see Sunny hasn't come in from the cold yet. I'll be sad when she does. It's so much easier to FF past her this way.

And not only that, but "hocking" his book makes no sense. I grew up with a grandmother who spoke Yiddish, and "hocking" doesn't mean to constantly plug or hype something. In English it means to pawn something. In Yiddish the expression that occurs most commonly is Hak mir nisht keyn tshaynik! (spelling varies--a lot). It means "Stop bugging me" or similar. You can't bug a book, but you can hawk it--i.e., try hard to sell it. I agree that sandwich looked delicious.

He knows how to drive. He was driving down a highway after an argument with his wife (they were separated at the time) when she rear-ended him and then lost control of her car. That's how she died. So if anything, he may be traumatized about driving, but he is capable.

I missed whether this is a laptop or not. I'd be very careful about popping the keys off a laptop. In fact, I wouldn't do it myself at all. They're ridiculously easy to remove and next to impossible to put back on. I'd have a tech do it, one who swears s/he knows how to replace keys. Been there, done that, wanted to kill myself.

I don't know about any of that. All I know is they can't get rid of this clown fast enough for me.

Here, first line of the fifth paragraph. I swear I didn't make it up. This guy as a comic is the last thing I'd ever imagine, given how . . . funny he is.

No, there are actually 5 on it right now. The arms extend across the pole in 2 directions, and there are enough hooks to accommodate 8 things hanging from them. So we currently have 2 more or less vertical feeders, 2 tray-type feeders, and 1 of these Slinky-ish peanut feeders. Plus, there's a spike in the middle of one of the tray feeders that you can impale an apple on, or an ear of dried corn. We may install a make-your-own-taco bar next year. (I'm kidding.) The blue jays seem not to like this setup. They were here all the time when Mr. Mo was sprinkling nuts and seeds on the deck railing, but I said that had to stop, because the squirrels were using the railing as their personal toilet and there were sunflower hulls all over the outdoor rugs, so I couldn't go out barefoot. This is way better. I'd take a photo of it, but it's pouring buckets today and I don't feel like getting rained on.

This one at Home Depot says each hook can hold 10 pounds, with a maximum load of 15 pounds (which doesn't quite add up for me, but . . .). It's made of steel, and most of the reviews I read--not all by any means--stress how sturdy it is. What do you need to hang on it? I meant to add that if it doesn't have to be literally a hook, we bought a bird-feeder pole a couple months ago from Amazon that has 4 (I think) arms, each of which is supposed to hold at least 10 pounds. And it's also the first feeder pole we've ever had that really keeps squirrels from climbing up and cleaning out all the seeds, in case that matters to you. I won't link to Amazon, but it's called the Squirrel Stopper SQC05 Black Squirrel Stopper Pole and Baffle Set. The only problem is, it's pretty expensive. (I was shocked, but Mr. Mo has been really getting into birds. There's a nuthatch who eats out of his hand.)