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Nope, not yet, unfortunately I had a mouse on a string in one hand, and a fish on a string in the other. Sophie and Sam are good kitties, but their zoomies — especially the morning ones — often include crashing into things, sq…

For a brief moment, it felt like spring.

Then reality returned. (There are kitties if you get to the end.)

Nope, not yet, unfortunately I had a mouse on a string in one hand, and a fish on a string in the other. Sophie and Sam are good kitties, but their zoomies — especially the morning ones — often include crashing into things, sq…

For a brief moment, it felt like spring.

Then reality returned. (There are kitties if you get to the end.)

Lifestyles of the Rich … OK, maybe not rich The call came from a stranger — like many other parts of this story, it’s probably best not to know where from — who heard he had impeccable taste in old-school hockey jerseys. “Go on,” he said, as…

None of us are rich, even though we pretended one of us was.

But the fun times and laughs are something money can’t buy.

Lifestyles of the Rich … OK, maybe not rich The call came from a stranger — like many other parts of this story, it’s probably best not to know where from — who heard he had impeccable taste in old-school hockey jerseys. “Go on,” he said, as…

None of us are rich, even though we pretended one of us was.

But the fun times and laughs are something money can’t buy.

Had plenty of those, and whenever we go out at night having to work the next day, I always say it’s on a school night.

This West Chester, Pa. man was tired of winter. Then he invented Snowmelt Derby The rules of Snowmelt Derby are simple: Guess when all the snow will disappear from Bob Mina’s Chester County backyard.

@hurricanebobm.bsky.social IS FAMOUS!!

Is there a simpler explanation … that they agree with them?

i love you. i know. the apparition of love I know this couple. They have been married long enough to have accumulated children and a complete set of china. They met in college, brought together by the politics and hie…

wrote about love, the apparition of love, what it can mean when someone says i love you, and the deception of love. happy valentine's day michelecatblog.wordpress.com/2026/02/14/i...

the comments are open on this one, and i'd love for you to tell us about *your* favorite love song

Excuse me? That thing you said? That was wrong. The hotel at Suzi’s and my now-annual around-her-birthday trip to Maine was promoting a show called “Dueling Pianos,” so we decided to check it out. It was free, and all we were g…

I eventually got it right.

Eventually.

At a weird time to get it right.

Excuse me? That thing you said? That was wrong. The hotel at Suzi’s and my now-annual around-her-birthday trip to Maine was promoting a show called “Dueling Pianos,” so we decided to check it out. It was free, and all we were g…

I eventually got it right.

Eventually.

At a weird time to get it right.

They clearly know their audience.

And Tomlinson pouted his way through the entire game.

I continue to refer to what I once heard Sara Bareilles say to someone who called herself an “aspiring writer” — if you write, you’re a writer.

Don’t be fooled; they want people like that in the league.

I find it interesting that people call SGA a “free throw merchant” when they apparently never saw Harden dribble until there were two seconds left on the shot clock and then throw himself at someone.

It’s not like they changed the rules or anything because of it.

Staring Out the Window On baseball, snow, memory and waiting for spring

Even though this winter may feel never-ending, there is baseball and hope on the horizon.

1. Summer.
2. The three weeks of spring that aren’t late winter or mud season.
3. The three weeks of fall that aren’t early winter.
9 million. Winter. (I don’t even know what would be 4-8,999,999, but I would never want anyone to think winter is just one notch below fall.)

You will do it the hard way, and you will like it Hi, I’d like to go inside, but I understand there’s some stuff I need to get in. Here you go. Hmmm … there’s something here about a code. That’s right, I saw that while I was on my way. Let me get …

When I was younger, my father would get on me all the time for doing things the hard way instead of the easy way (probably because I didn’t know there was an easy way).

Now, however, it seems like the hard way is the only way there is.

Joy alchemists The lessons in rooting for a struggling team, the desire in fandom to be bigger than ourselves, and the hope of community.

If you read only one piece today about political organizing that's also about remembering a bunch of guys who played for the Milwaukee Bucks in the early 2010s, I think it should be this one. [by me, for THE @wtevs.bsky.social 's BASKETBALL FEELINGS]

www.basketballfeelings.com/p/joy-alchem...

I find it hilarious. Should he have gotten in? Of course. Is it petty that he didn’t get in because he was a cheater and a jerk? Without a doubt. But sometimes it’s nice to see bad things happen to bad people.

When will writers admit that they decide on the PED issue based on whether they like someone and stop splitting hairs?

Being responsible is no fun The snow has started in earnest. It’s the first big storm of the season, which is a good thing — until I remember that the last time we didn’t get any serious snow until the end of January, back in…

I really didn’t want to, but I did the right thing. (It actually wasn’t all that bad.)

You say that voters have made it clear that guys with PED suspensions are not welcome. When were Bonds, Sosa, Clemens or McGwire ever suspended?

It’s going to be a bang-up ceremony!

You would think that someone at The Athletic might have pointed that out before this article posted, but water doesn’t carry itself.

She really, really does not like talking! (Plus Christy Winters-Scott really trying to make the whole “content of your character” thing happen.)

Can’t fault any of this!

I would, however, caution that if you’re going to follow Christine Brennan, prepare for parasocial fangirling over Caitlin Clark as soon as the torch goes out, unless you’re into that sort of thing.

Way back in 2016 Apparently, the latest trend on social media is to share photos of oneself from 2016. From what I can tell, it’s mostly an excuse for people to share how young, fun and/or hot they were back then, …

It seems like most people posting photos from 2016 are doing it to show everyone how young, fun and/or hot they were.

All it does is remind me that I’m getting older.