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We need a dance remix of “Thunderstruck” for Tampa Bay Lightning Pride Night.

The Centurion Lounge in Philadelphia is the only airport lounge I’ve been in where the staff needed to make a public announcement to implore people to stop taking off their shoes and putting up their feet in the furniture.

Me, to guy leaving the airport lounge: "Sir, you left your Man U hat on the table." Man, turning around: "Oh, thanks." Me: "If you want, I can throw it in the garbage for you."

The gulls in Porto do not have time for your bullshit.

I’m returning from Portugal tomorrow. Is everything in the U.S. fixed yet?

Wet socks are a small price to pay to experience Lisbon in the rain.

Sunrise, Lisbon.

Rome, schmome. All roads *really* lead to Madrid.

Hello from Madrid, where a dozen eggs costs $3.83.

I started playing “Wannabe” on the plane without realizing the sound was coming out of my phone, not my headphones. Based on the looks I got, my fellow passengers really, really, really do *not* want to zig-a-zig-ah.

Coming to you this Year of the Yushityu 2007 Mimetic-Resolution-Cartridge-View-Motherboard-Easy-To-Install-Upgrade For Infernatron/InterLace TP Systems For Home, Office Or Mobile.

The sun started the rise this morning, peeked around, and wisely went back to bed. (Photos taken eight minutes apart.)

Oh, to be a dog and completely unaware of the banality of tonight’s Snatch Game!

If Alyssa doesn’t give us at least one “Ah, Ru, never” in this episode, I will flip a wig.

Sunrise was cancelled today on Bayshore.

Good morning from world-famous Bayshore Boulevard!

“We need to clean up before the housekeeper arrives,” I tell my husband over the whir of the vacuum, proving beyond a doubt that I have turned into my mother.

Me, after eating all the pudding cups: “I just noticed the date on these. I figured I should eat them before they expire.” Husband: “What was the date?” Me: “April 2025.” Husband, exasperatedly: “It’s February.”

@kumail.bsky.social, does this mean we’re getting an “Eternals 2”?

Me, every year: There's no way they'll be able to top the pompous puffery of last year's pregame show. Also me, every year:

And the award for Best Super Bowl Counterprogramming goes to the Tampa Theatre, which is showing Wicked today at 5:30 p.m.

Do Puppy Bowl players have NIL rights? Asking for a four-legged friend.

In 2010, a New Zealand seal fur pup befriended me and trailed me around the coast of the Otago peninsula. He was a playful toddler on flippers. It was one of the best days of my life. I named him Alex. Yesterday, I learned male NZ fur seals live about 15 years. I'm not crying. You're crying.

The late-night vet: Where you walk in with a dog and leave with a dilophosaurus.

Oh, to be a dog and unaware of politics!

A gloomy morning, literally and metaphorically.

They were saying “Boo-urns.”

Make up your mind, Target.

Yes, I'm the coworker who will put the dogs on camera during the meeting. It's in my job description. If it's not, it *should* be.

“What do you want to watch tonight?” I ask my husband, letting him think he has a choice even though we’re going to watch old episodes of “30 Rock” for the 1,000th night in a row.

Some blue hour photos from Bayshore Boulevard this morning.

Guess what, @mariabamford.bsky.social! I saw Alicia Keys out driving today.

With all apologies to LL Cool J (and no apologies to Target et al.) ... Don’t call it a "rollback," it’s all about fear And hatred for Blacks and women and queers it’s not a small tweak made over Zoom. It’s a new policy designed to be cruel. Let's keep rapping ...

The Golden Hour on Bayshore Boulevard this morning.

When the time comes, and it will, I expect these companies will abandon their anti-diversity initiatives with the same speed and enthusiasm they did with their pro-diversity initiatives. That’s what happens when you make spineless opportunism a best practice.

Husband: “Did you enjoy ‘Macbeth’ last night?“ Me: “Yes, except during the break when everything looked blurry.” Husband: *quizzical look* Me: “You know, squint-ermission.” Husband: *contemplates separate vacations*

Announcement at theater: “This performance of ‘Macbeth’ is brought to you by Tide To Go. It gets all your damned spots out — even blood stains!” Husband, grabbing mic out of my hand: “Stop that. I don’t want to get kicked out again.”

With apologies to Dolly, the birthday girl, I present “Snowlene.” Your patterns are beyond compare. Each unique, not one pair. Nothing’s as discrete as you, Snowlene. I can easily understand What you mean for travel plans, But I have dogs at home I need to see, Snowlene. Continued …

Happy Dolly Parton’s Birthday to all who celebrate! Why’d I look like that when I came in here?

At the Grand Ole Opry: Me: This doesn’t count as the one opera you have to see with me each year. Husband: *groans then continues to sing “Country Roads.”*

So, basically, “Gattaca.”