Becky D.

I wish we had known this a year ago when we took her to a dog class for timid dogs. We had to list the things that really scare her. “You know, the vacuum, cars, tall people, oh, and Portishead. Normal stuff.”

My dog is scared of Portishead.

I don’t know. I told a story today about how my dog ate my lobster off the dining room table and then Instagram served up this ad. I think my phone is spying on me.

After kid’s first Tech Week, it’s apparent that theater is not for the faint of heart. These kids work hard.

I was blown away by The Prom at CAPA, which opened last night. The cast is amazing. The sets were terrific (and I could finally connect the paint colors to what came home on the kids’ clothes for past month). (Also great deck work by Deven!) showtix4u.com/event-details/…

TFW What a Feeling comes on the radio at the moment you’re driving down the Parkway right where the steel mill used to be. @MorningJoey

I cracked the code for the #TSxCapitalOne #Giveaway! @CapitalOne, I’m ready to see @taylorswift13 at #TSTheErasTour!

I scratch my head every time I hear East Palestine pronounced on the news as PAL-ə-STEEN, but then I think about the confusion that would ensue if a news event happened in North Versailles (vur-SAYLZ).

“Swipe left.”

As a teenager I would go visit the $1000 butcher cover at Eides, under the glass case. I guess I got excited when I found this replica at The Attic for $35. I stand by this purchase- reminds me of my trips to Eides.

This must be a different Monster Jam than what I remember.

And so now I get to say to my kids, “back in my day, we paid for Beyonce tickets outside of Heinz Field after the show started and got this close!”

We have definitely shifted from paying for a babysitter to see concerts to paying for our kids to go to concerts. #ourkidsareswifties #andinthebeyhive #goodbyemoney

Fleischman

Evergreen tweet.

That feeling of loss when you finish a really good book, and it feels like no other book could follow. Good luck, Bono. Your book better be fantastic.

The dread of having to answer the family phone OR the dread of someone else answering the family phone if it was for you.