Is your dad the speaker of the house Mike Johnson?

I read books to read what’s inside them, not to save them forever as objects. So chaotic evil it is. Unless there is a receipt handy.

It really depends. Setting aside taste (some guys really are unpleasant tasting, but not most of them) - if your guy runs less hot than you, a blowjob to completion means one less opportunity to do something for both of you. So it can feel like: oh getting all turned on by it, then it’s over and you are left hanging for days while he generates enough sex drive to have sex again. That was the issue with my ex, who was a once a week guy. Husband now, we are pretty equal and it’s not a big deal. If I do this one morning, after work we can still fuck.

Mostly agree with you on it being a fun thing to do though, you are right about that. It’s not a chore or a drag, just sometimes frustrating.

Well, no. What happens with us is that either one of us says “want to go to X restaurant?” Far enough ahead of time that the other person hasn’t got some set idea of what they want this evening . So 90% of the time we just get “sure, thanks, yes”. And maybe 10% of the time a “no, but could we go to Y?”. Or a “No, I need to cook the chicken or it will go bad” And it’s literally never gone farther than that.

If my husband did what you are describing above I would be confused. Like if he said “we will go to $restaurant” like that I would assume he had a desperate craving for it and would say yes, as it would be uncharacteristic. But if it kept happening I would ask him WTF?

Garlic toast! Yes that’s usually on white bread here, I use a baguette to make it.

Just make it. I don’t buy bread and haven’t in years. It’s not saving me any money but flour, salt, and water are the only ingredients in most of my breads and they are as good as the fanciest bakery rustic sourdough. And easy as heck to make, sourdough is so forgiving.

At least he doesn’t say it out loud.

Agreed.

Not to excuse the relentless flow of money upward, but the two times we had to do (temporary) pay cuts in my career, it was 10-15% for employees, paid back eventually, and 35-50% for executives, not repaid. At two different companies. So I do know at least sometimes it’s done that way.

I can’t see well through those 3D glasses. Not headache they just don’t work right; I have a lot of trouble with binoculars as well, was profoundly nearsighted so maybe that’s a factor. It’s fine, except for the bits of action movies that seem to have been filmed for 3d and look strange in the 2d version.

I do have depth perception in real life just not through those glasses, though I haven’t tried in the last few years.

I have restored our relationship by very obviously showing them white cheddar cheese puffs, eating one, and leaving them three of them, twice; then leaving cat food once. They are nice now. (Meaning of they are in my yard I can go to the mailbox and they just chill). When I see them I do bring them something but am not home much lately.

But really, if you are gonna cuss me out, what do you expect?

Last week I was out in front and heard an exchange so nice - one yells “caw caw” then the other “cawcawcawcaw” over and over until finally MR. Caw Caw says “caw caw, cawcawcawcaw” and they both stopped. It made me laugh.

Yeah I have a “sad” list for when I need to cry. These and Sweet Old World by Lucinda Williams and Road by Nick Drake, because he didn’t find a road to take him home, and the stories about how he was so depressed he’d go into the studio and lay flat on the floor to record the songs.

John Prine also has that Sam Stone song, that is less poignant and more aggressively sad but so real sounding too.

Red Dirt Girl, Emmylou Harris

“He told her - little sister, gonna ride the wind, up around the moon and back again. Well, he never got farther than Vietnam, I was standing there with her when the telegram come for Lillian.”

And “nobody tells you 'bout the blues when you got 'em, you just keep falling cause there ain’t no bottom, there ain’t no end, least not for Lillian.”

AND

“Nobody knows when she started her skid, she was only 27 and she had 5 kids. Might have been the whiskey, might have been the pills, might have been the dream she was trying to kill.”

Such a tearjerker, a very cathartic song when you need to cry. Boulder to Birmingham too.

OMG I did this with a crow recently. Am a pretty good mimic, crow was across the street, he looks over and caws, I repeat it, he gets huffy and flies away. Well, don’t dish it if you can’t take it!

Huh. It’s never occurred to me to put cream in carbonara, always just thinking of it as the bacon and eggs pasta, don’t think I’d like it literally creamy; but I will put a pat of butter in cacio e pepe, to help it emulsify, and was just reading about how that is some sort of heresy too.