Yes to that, but also I remember, if I was the fairy or the witch I might say “I’m gonna deem you a princess, okay?” Or even “what do you want me to deem you?” if I wasn’t feeling bossy.

This might be local but “Deem!” as the sound of magical transformation. As an adult I think some child heard/read something like “I deem you Sir Galahad, Knight of the Round Table” and mixed it up with cartoon magic sounds, but in our neighborhood any kid with a good stick could wave it and say “Deem! You’re a horse!” or “Deem! You’re a frog!” and the other kid would act the part for awhile. You could even deem yourself, like “Deem! I’m a wizard!” Which is redundant now that I think of it.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Orphan Black

Legends of Tomorrow

The Magicians

Ah, gotcha.

Wait, what’s wrong with Hugh Jackman?

Unfortunately, unless you have perfect aim and force, the person who can most quickly reuse the brick may be your intended victim. So just be ready for that.

As an oldster who becomes more progressive (and shorter) every year I have to disagree.

My weather is the same but I live on the first floor on a very busy Los Angeles street, so opening the windows lets in too much unfiltered grit and smog. I do step out onto the balcony daily to care for my plants and feed the birds, so some air gets in then.

If you have lingerie marked “hand wash only” you can use a clean sink and a little liquid hand soap if you don’t have liquid laundry detergent. Do just a few at a time. Plug the sink, wet the clothes but don’t fill the sink. Put a little dab of soap on the crotch and/or pits of the items and rub between your hands, lathering and working the lather into the whole item. Then swish them all in the sink water for a few minutes. Drain the sink and refill it halfway. (A full sink will splash all over the floor when you swish.) Give the clothes some squeezes and swishes to get most of the soap out. Drain and rinse one more time. Remove each item and squeeze out the water, but don’t wring them hard like you would a rag. Hang them up where they can drip dry.

Or get a mesh bag and put them in the washing machine in cold water, gentle cycle. Hang to dry.

When you find it necessary do this, be sure the conversation is also getting bcc’d to a home email

Yes I don’t know what happened there, fixing it!

Doesn’t really fit the requirements but actor/singer/guitarist David Peter Capaldi probably still has his old sonic screwdriver tucked in a pocket just in case.

I suppose you could become Big Tony by turning fat to lean muscle but that would only increase the mobster stereotype despite all the hard work. If there’s a skill or love you have, you could lean into getting noticeably good at it. Then at least you’d be Fat Tony the Mobster Who’s Surprisingly Good At Textile Art.

“Don’t care for” means “don’t like”

I don’t care for rutabagas

If so, it should work both ways for when it’s your keys that are lost

In my childhood I learned having the driver sit on the left was so that the person riding “shotgun” would be better able to fend off attacks without elbowing the driver. (Probably starting before shotguns, because it would be even more important with a sword.) Although they could use the whole road/trail back then, it would make sense to pass an oncoming wagon on the side where the drivers could see how much room they had between them.

Steel cut oats work well with veg. They can be a little sticky, go easy on the water because vegetables release water, and don’t really stir, treat them more like brown rice rather than porridge. (I don’t have a rice cooker so I do mine at half power in the microwave so I don’t have to worry about burning the bottom.) And add a little butter/marge at the end.

Something your therapist would not have to report is if you asked for her help to create an escape plan.

You’ve said the therapy is helping you hold a mindset that doesn’t just accept your situation. So you don’t have to go into more detail right now about why it’s so bad.

You can just make your therapy plan:

Step 1 “Persuade my therapist to help me get myself into a safe and sustainable living situation away from my immediate family”

with the promise that then you’ll do

Step 2: “Tell my therapist everything she needs to send in the authorities, in order to protect others in the family and community.”

She may be able to connect you to support services you couldn’t access on your own. Both because of her professional authority and because she’s not stuck in the house with him watching, like you are.

I’m wishing you all the lucky breaks, OP.

You could also become very necessary in the event it all goes wahoonie-shaped.

Sometimes you just have to book a doctor’s appointment to break your kid’s fever and make the slapped cheeks appear.