One of my previous cats used to get so stressed in a carrier that he would pee in it. Then, he'd have to get a bath afterwards, making the whole situation even worse for him and us. My partner did some research and bought a couple of soft sided carriers that didn't look at all like hard ones the cat was used to. We unzipped all the sides, decked them out in blankets that smelled like our cat and then liberally sprinkled them with treats. Within a couple of days, our cat had come to think of these as cat houses instead of carriers. When he needed to be zipped up in it, he was docile and willing. He thought of it as a safe space, and it helped lower his stress levels when he was taken outside the house in it. Those carriers are now constantly in use as cat houses in our home. It was truly one of the best cat tricks I ever learned!

One of the skills my dad taught me that I've been the most grateful for over the years that is generally considered a "male "skill is to take things apart and use tools to fix them. My dad has two daughters, so he showed us how to do the stuff he loved. Power tools, electrical work, not being afraid to take out the screw and see how it works and if you can fix it. Not as many things are simply mechanical as they were in the 90's, but it taught me to be curious and unafraid of exploration and capable in a way that continually surprises the people around me.

For the non-Brits, who is this guy?

My first question was, "why is he apologizing now?" It could be that he started taking his meds, or that he feels bad about the War on Gaza, but if you read the article, he has an album dropping in mid-January. This feels like his publicist made him apologize, not like he's actually sorry for anything or doing better. Considering how recently he was still spouting crazy bullshit, I'd say this is just a case of $$$$$.

We have Alfred and Mrs. Doubtfire.

With breaks.

A real Jewish-style everything bagel, chive cream cheese, lox, more lox, tomato, sweet raw onion, cucumber, open- faced. Don't have to worry about your breath if it's your last meal!

Paul Simon, Crazy Love. The line is "sad as a lonely, little wrinkled balloon." Even as a kid, I always found that image so evocative.

This happened to us a couple of times when one cat went to the vet and came home smelling wrong. The only way we could get the other cat to "reset" was to give the wrong-smelling one a bath.

I want to agree with you, but I think the minimum number of ingredients has to be three. Otherwise, the unbelievably sad bowl of iceberg lettuce and Italian dressing that was served to me would qualify as a salad and I simply cannot allow that to be.

Normally, I sleep too deeply to remember my dreams. I only remember them if I wake during them. However, if I don't completely awaken, sometimes I can go right back into the dream, but I have some autonomy now and some control over the narrative. Like, I know it's a TV show and I can change the script. I've always been able to do it, I feel like it's a trade off for nearly never remembering my dreams.

We used Hello Fresh. Both my partner and I had basic cooking skills, but were not very good cooks. He was also a very picky eater. Hello Fresh reduced the overwhelming amount of recipes in the world down to a more reasonable number to choose from. As we kept going, we started to see the same techniques, like reduction sauces, happen in new configurations and we started to understand how they work, not just follow the instructions. It also helped my partner overcome a lot of his pickiness by being in control of what recipes we had each week, allowing him to explore new ingredients when he felt comfortable.