Do you know where Silo is on 53rd/3rd? Across the lobby from there is this little hole in the wall (literally - it's about the size of a freight elevator) kiosk that sells lobster rolls w/ a side salad for $10. Not something I can afford every day, but this week I needed a treat.

Ooooh! Sort of like Burger Joint at Le Parker Meridian? I love nummy food that hides.

I am going to hunt this down like a dog.

He's better than that, but still? If I read just one more sensitive male taking over women's space writing about how he was traumatized for life when(Dad, his coach, Drill Sargeant Gunny) told him to man up when he was hurting, I think there might be a rampage in my future. Because, guys, we love you(some of us *like that* some of us as a friend, but feminism isn't all about how you fit in, and you you can escape being your asshole father(if you have an asshole father) Do we have to help you with everything? I used to feel supported when they did that, now I think it wouldn't hurt most men to play second banana once in a while, not that I'm going to get a cute little Aussie assistant and watch him pick up stuff I drop or anything. I have no desire to be Donna Draper.

DH is so much better about keeping the house in order than I am that I feel he deserves my lavish praise. (When I'm home alone, I pretty much just fuck around on the internet all day. When he's home alone, he cleans the bathrooms and vaccums the rugs and does all the laundry and changes lightbulbs and stuff. He's a way better wife than I am. OTOH, he thinks of it as making up for the fact that I do all the cooking, but the thing is I love doing all the cooking. Nobody tell, k?)

Parenting wise, we split things up pretty evenly. When we don't it's because Dylan is in a Daddy-only or Mommy-only phase and then we just deal with that until he swings back the other way.

Oops, I had an extra 3 in there - it's 50th/3rd. Here's the Yelp page:

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(Linking to Silo because I don't know the name of the lobster roll place. But it's right at the bottom of the escalator and has a sign with a lobster on it, so pretty hard to miss.)

Thank you! I was all over the google map and getting no love!

So my doctor has got me on a megadose of Vitamin D. Apparently my vampiric, sunlight-evading ways have caught up with me. 50,000 units per pill, taken twice a week for a month, then once a week thereafter. Anything weird I should expect?

Jon is at home being househusband right now, AIFG! Except that I should totally help out when I get home, because while I have been cooking, he's been pretty good about cleaning and I sooooo have not.

I find myself guilty of it; if Dan puts the dishes in the dishwasher or something, I totally lavish him with praise (to try to get him to do it more.)

The Boy always thanks me whenever I do housework, and I asked him about it one time -- like, was he thanking me because I do it so rarely? (Which is entirely true.) He said no; he just thinks it's nice to thank someone for their hard work, even if they're "supposed" to be doing it.

He might be the nicest human being alive.

We're both pretty indifferent housekeepers, really. He changes the cat boxes regularly, because you really only have to learn that lesson once (of what happens if you don't change the boxes often enough). But other than that, we're both kind of feral.

I should try the ginger thing, someday, I kind of puke a lot. Is it a stomach *calmer* or if I took some every day would things stay chill in there?

Gah. I hate this. If it's your own kid, YOU AREN'T "BABYSITTING"!!!

my brother hates this. He has been known to go off if the person is particularly annoying. "NO, I am not babysitting, I AM PARENTING MY CHILD!!!"