Have a Lovely Weekend.

I bet, in the alternative ending of Fleabag, that she gets pregnant from the hot priest. Or is that too much drama? I don’t think I can sleep now! what IS the alternative ending?

I am an RN and the Bic 4-colour pen is my go-to (but I order the fine tip which is orange instead of blue!) and I always kill every colour except the green. Also, I loathe “kk” I usually say “Okay!”

Hahaha?The oreos in salsa story made me Laugh Out Loud!

I recently went to a talk on the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. That ocean video brings home what those men experienced.
BTW, I’m reading while eating migas, which I’ve been making every Saturday morning since Jenny wrote about it a few weeks ago. I eat at a taco place every Friday and it’s a great way to use the leftovers.

Ha! In response to Rachael’s story about dipping her oreos in salsa, a story popped in my mind about meeting and eating dinner with my first high school boyfriend’s family years ago. My mother had an extreme aversion to seafood so, despite growing up in a southern coastal city, I consequently had never tried any kind of seafood at all until my boyfriend’s family invited me to dine with them at a traditional southern seafood restaurant. I ordered the same kind of shrimp dish my boyfriend ordered and was so overwhelmed by the experience of eating the entire shrimp, tail-shell and all, that I thought I was going to cry, but I also didn’t want to be rude and not eat what was on my plate. At some point my boyfriend laughingly asked where I was putting my shrimp tails, and I swear the whole table grew silent as everyone looked at me and my plate (my shy adolescent self’s worst nightmare). Scanning his plate, I saw all the discarded tails and realized that I didn’t actually need to eat them, but was too embarrassed to admit my mistake so I claimed that that was how my Italian family raised me to eat them, which my boyfriend and his family quietly accepted (while probably thinking, “Whatttt????”). Years later I learned that many sophisticated cultures around the world really do eat shrimp tails, shell and all, but I still chuckle about this to myself when I eat shrimp now.

In just those short interview answers Phoebe Waller Bridge’s voice comes through loud and clear. She’s one of those women who can knock the wind out of you with just a few words (the same way I feel about Kate Baer’s poetry). I want there to be 500 seasons of Fleabag.

We are friends with some folks in Tromso Norway (above the Arctic Circle so it’s totally dark all day in winter) and they are always outside all throughout the year.

Oh goodness, in total agreement with the O.K. discussion in “Typing these two letters will scare your co-workers” — another word that terrifies me is “sure.” If someone replies “sure” to anything I say (especially in text, but also in person), I assume the worst. It’s total lukewarm sentiment… and it reeks of passive aggressiveness. Sob!

Did anyone else find “How To Enjoy A Long Winter” incredibly patronizing?

I was excited to read this article, it was the first link I opened. But this writer was a little obtuse. SAD is an actual disorder. It is caused by an actual chemical imbalance in the brain. I LOVE autumn and winter! I love snow and the cold. I love thick socks and sweaters and soup and hot drinks. The darker nights and cooler days are such a reprieve from the hot summer. But unfortunately, I have SAD every season.

I truly wish I could just “change my perspective” and enjoy winter! Unfortunately, my brain won’t let me.

Perhaps this writer experienced a mere longing for summer, but for those of us who actually suffer depression, pills, therapy, and SAD lamps ARE the only solution. “Accepting winter” and having a positive attitude won’t change that.

Articles like this minimize true disorders and give the public a false view of a very real problem that their love ones may suffer from.

Joanna, what board games are you playing these days? Have a wonderful weekend CoJ peeps!