I think about this a lot these days. In his youth, my grandpa escaped Nazi occupied Poland. Years later he was forced to pack up his family and flee Soviet Russia. I would really like to be the first generation of my family in a long while that *doesn't* have to escape fascism.

One dead rat in 10 trench coats.

Hello, fellow Broccoli!

I grew up in the Bay Area. I cannot afford to live within 18 miles of my mom.

Me: What's your favorite shark? Husband: Grandma shark. Me: *withering stare* Husband: Okay, whale shark (My favorite is zebra sharks. I like their spots and ridges. 10/10 for cuteness).

Classic favorite: defenestration New favorite: femininomenon

Channeling Blossom.

Um, excuse me, he says, "some have *called me* Treebeard." It's not his fault people can't tell the difference between a tree and an Ent and gave him a misleading nickname.