I'm the biggest Michelle O. fan on the planet, but what I want to know is: why is NBC allowing me to watch a Jay Leno clip in Sweden but cock-blocks me every single time I try to watch an SNL video?
It's just you, or perhaps it's just that the time you've spent there is fairly recent, as in the past two or three years, because prior to that it was commonly known (in my circle, at least) as "Shithole."
My Mom wouldn't let any Hostess products in the house when I was a kid, so whenever I have a Twinkie or a Ding Ding or a fruit pie ... my personal favorite (which is not very often), part of the deliciousness is in the rebellion.
Yeah, I'm a Yankee Doodle Baby and for a long time I resented it because my friends were always committed to family events and activities. Now that I live in Sweden and July 4 is just another summer day, I kind of miss the holiday hoopla.
Her first daughter was born on Oct. 30 (unplanned C-section after a long but unproductive labor) and her second one (delivered in the usual way but 5 weeks prematurely) on Nov. 3. Oddly enough, I can't recall a single Halloween-themed birthday party for either kid. (The oldest one just turned 20.)
I suspect this was because their Mom wanted their birthdays to be special and "just for them" ... which she no doubt learned watching me share my July 4th birthday with the entire nation every year.
The recently expanded train station in the Swedish city where I live prevents people from sleeping on the benches by not including any backs and tilting the seat surface forward at enough of an angle to make it impossible to lay on. Unfortunately they are also impossible for small children and the elderly to sit on.
Neither my partner (now wife) nor I had ever had a live-in relationship prior to pairing up, and therefore no real preference for a specific side of the bed. Or so we THOUGHT. We initially planned to switch regularly, but because our work/school schedules required separate wake-up times, that quickly proved impractical. Now we'll occasionally trade sides on the weekend when no alarm clock is necessary, but that usually tends to be an "accident of extra-curricular circumstance" rather than a conscious decision. ;^)
I have a friend who says shopping at Target never fails to get her bowels moving. Just walking through the door has the same effect as a double ose of Milk of Magnesia.
30 minutes? I don't think it's physically possible to get from the entrance to the check out lanes in that amount time even if you walk directly, do not pass go, do not collect $200 worth of self-assembled furniture.