Just enough, I'd say. :)

Ha! I didn't even realize that was a thing. :D Sorry for the confusion!

I'd be hard-pressed to pick a particular clip at this moment, but I have always adored Robin Williams's An Evening at the Met. It's almost forty years old now, but it's just brilliant. (You can apparently watch the whole thing on YouTube.)

YES. May I also propose: preached-->prought?

Me, rewriting someone's cover text and looking up synonyms for "story." (I use "tale" and "journey" *a lot.*)

I sympathize. I don't believe in hell either, yet somehow I still hope Reagan is burning there.

Mostly? That aspect has a improved a lot since I have taken on more of a caregiver role in the last year or so. (Truth be told, though, if anyone NOT an older relative calls me "kiddo," it makes me feel absolutely murderous.)

Yeaaaah, I'm three years and a bit away from fifty, and my parents and MiL still call me one of the kids.