I asked my friend who was a sous chef in a high end restaurant about sending meat back if it's not cooked to order and he said, in his experience, chefs have no problem with this. It's expected.

I once had to send a steak back for longer cooking twice in a Peoria restaurant. I don't know if the chef was just being extra-thorough the second time or if he was trying to overcook to show me what for. But while I'm sure the end result would have horrified some people with its dryness it tasted great to me. No one in a restaurant has ever overcooked meat so much that I wouldn't eat it.

I have heard of a local chef who refuses to cook beef more than medium (and will spitefully serve it rare to people who request medium-well or well), but needless to say I won't be ordering steak there.

I for one do not want people handing out drugs to the teachers

Um, as a former teacher, I think that's a great idea. Valium, Proxac, Xanax...

The underpants, they can keep. Unless it's new fancy French lingerie in my size.

Anyone else having a hard time picturing Paul Newman with a Brazilian blowout?

I wish my brain had just stopped at the blowout.

I posted something about this before. I don't know if this article is about the same study or a new one....

World of hurt: Minorities get less treatment for their pain

I don't know if it would be helpful for ita to forward this to various doctors, etc. Maybe it'd just make them mad....

Thanks for all the suggestions, y'all! I knew I could count on you. Bookmarked for future perusal.

That door is gorgeous!

Mmm, meat.

Not to mention all the shaming of the women who choose to have the formaldehyde treatment. WTF? I'm amazed at people who call themselves feminists who are 100% behind a woman's right to do what she wants with her body...as long as "what she wants" is reproductive-related. (And even then, that's kind of narrowly defined. Abortion? A woman's right? Give birth? A woman's right -- *IF* it isn't a multiple birth like the octuplets or the Duggars.) Anyway, it's cool to control your reproduction but god forbid you want to change your hair. Then you're all up in the patriarchy, collaborating and shit.

Eh, I don't have a problem with legally supporting a person's right to make choices while also feeling personally that individual choices are not good ones. If there was a law on the books that would impede Michelle Duggar's right to have 317 children, I would fight it. How I personally feel about her lifestyle is a whole separate issue.

I wish I were having David's kid-at-school day. Instead I got a call at work and had to hotfoot it to school and pick up Dillo and take him home (mr. flea is in the field this week) because he pooped in his pants and it went up his back and on his nap sheet and everything.

I am seriously thinking of pulling him out and sending him back to his old daycare, where they were low-key about his pee accidents, and he was a sweet, quiet little boy who raised his hand at circle time. I want my 3 year old back.

Hey, I have a question for the hivemind: My DH* has insomnia pretty badly, and has just started trying a few different drugs to help him sleep. I forget what the first one was, but it was habit-forming and he decided he'd rather not use it, so now he's trying Ambien. He's tried it two nights in a row and so far it hasn't made any difference. So I have two questions, actually:

(1) Does Ambien sometimes take a few days to kick in properly? Could it possibly need some time to build up in his system?

(2) Is it a bad idea to mix Ambien and Benadryl? He's been using Benadryl for a while; it works OK but he's pretty groggy the next day, so ideally he'd like to find something better. But if, say, he takes an Ambien one night and then wakes up at 3am, is it OK to then take a Benadryl to help him get back to sleep?

*It still feels SO WEIRD that I get to call someone "my DH" now. (Weird but good!)

I for one do not want people handing out drugs to the teachers and throwing under-things at them during lessons.

Well, I think the high school teachers might need the drugs. I was never an panty-tossing type. Perhaps I should rephrase to "paid like rock stars."

Poor Dillo, and poor you, flea!