Meaghan: HELLO and Happy Friday to you. I come to you today totally invigorated in my relationship and self-regard, ready to face the future, as last night was DATE NIGHT.
Ester: DATE NIGHT! How exciting. Please tell me all about it.
Spurred by a donation to the (wonderful sounding!) Detroit Water Project, Kate Harding writes for Dame Magazine about wishing we lived in a world where private charity was unnecessary because everyone was automatically taken care of, because this is America dammit.
Annabelle: What is a reasonable amount to pay for a root canal in NYC because I have to get one and HOLY SHIT
Ester: Oh no!
Annabelle: It is so expensive. Should I go to the suburbs?
Ester: :( :( :( You don’t have dental?
Annabelle: No. we don’t. [My boss] claims that dental insurance isn’t worth it/isn’t possible for small businesses. And I naively didn’t put nearly this much into my FSA. It’s $2,100!!!!
Ester: Oh wow.
Annabelle: Bonkers right.
Ester: Totally bonkers.
Annabelle: The economy of dental confounds me. Is dental insurance worth it? What is reasonable?
Meaghan: Logan do you own a printer?
No who owns a printer. Do you?
Do you poop when you only eat cockroach blocks?
Working with Dick was kind of surreal — he kept asking me things on the set like “Is this funny?” and I’d nod like an idiot. I mean, who am I to tell Dick van Dyke something he came up with wasn’t funny?
Meaghan: Hi. Happy Friday. Did you do your 1 Thing yesterday, which was to cook?
Ester: I did, actually, Accountability Partner! Thanks for asking. The casserole came out nicely, but, I don’t know, a little on the bland side? I’ve never made tuna noodle anything before; I guess it’s supposed to taste like comfort food. Have you had time to cook at all, what with the new baby and your crazy family hanging around?
Meaghan: Ha, you mean my crazy family whom I love and adore in case they are reading this? A little bit! I kind of got in the bad habit of not cooking when I was pregnant, and generally not doing anything because I was growing a human, DAMMIT, so I am trying to become a contributing member of the household again, which is weird!
Ester: Oh, pshaw, don’t bother. You’re contributing! You’re feeding / holding / bonding with THE BABY, to whom you are sun and earth combined. You are Gaia, mother of all things. Gaia don’t cook.
Meaghan: Ha, my boobs are his sun and earth combined.
Ester: Right, one boob is sun, one boob is earth.
Meaghan: Scarily accurate. HA! Okay but my question is why did you want to cook a tuna casserole? That is amazingly nostalgic. I have never made one but definitely ate them as a child.
Ester: See, I never ate them as a child. My mom didn’t believe in that kind of food.