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J. Jill. Online. Rinse and repeat. At markdown, their stuff is great. I am in and out of plus depending on the cut of a garment. Loathe shopping in stores... haven't been the full length of any local mall in over ten years. Not only that, I feel the need to look put-together, particularly at work, but have NO

The Post Office has been profitable for years. They are painted as unprofitable because of a 2006 law that was passed forcing them to fund pension output for the next 75 years. They are putting money in a pension fund for people who aren't born yet.

He did it to one of the KOCH BROTHERS. Aside from running and ruining the country with their wealth, they're known for their vengeful nature.

She has made me loathe the word "curate." Stupid lifestyle-pushing bitch. Even the job posting is pretentious.

A facsimile of Lupita Nyong'o — IMHO, one of the most flawless women in the world — could walk in during pledge events and they'd still find fault. And I'm with you. When I'm in a setting where I'm clearly not wanted, I just shut down (it just happened to me at a trade show luncheon; rest of the table wasn't

One of Chmn. Meow's friends is a retired Marine drill instructor. He was teaching me to shoot one afternoon... he was very gentle and patient but I was SO conscious of holding a deadly weapon in my inexperienced hands. (We'd also been partying, which increased my discomfort, I wasn't at my sharpest.) At some point,

Yes, this. I'm not a shooter myself (Chmn. Meow is the one with the guns) but there's been this wave of super femme women who shoot in the last few years and although I roll my eyes a little bit, I still like the idea of more women being armed. Very much.

Duh.

That is just so hubba hubba in a Greenlandic sort of way.

LOVE your response. No nerd alert required, I was an obsessive about Greek mythology as a pre-teen. I'm an Old... old enough to look back and see the patterns of my life emerging. One of my roles seems to be "caretaker" (oldest daughter syndrome? who knows). I fought that "destiny" and resented it for years but

Personal change is possible. Or maybe it's that the essence of "you" stays the same but the choices you make and the actions you take become different. In my experience, it's usually something catastrophic that leads to the change, and continued awareness of one's previous failings and a looooong learning curve for

What you said — that is ALL of life, really, not just relationships. Great analogy with the Land of the Lotus-Eaters.

... as long as the drone sends the RSVP by the required date, I don't see a problem.

She could get a side job at a junk yard just horfing on old cars to make them disintegrate.

I am in sales, and I have male buyers trying to pull fast ones on me. All. The. Time. I put on my big girl panties and call them out on it. Immediately. It's the grade school bully thing all over again. Punching a six yr old boy worked then, and the verbal equivalent works now.

Thank you.... and yes, you are right. There were a select few to whom I was able to tell the truth, so I did at least have support.

Thank you.

It all came out after my first husband died (suddenly, and in front of me). I had confronted him directly a number of times over the years and he denied, denied, denied. And I was mostly in denial, too, though once I threatened to leave and he went to my mother to try to prevent it - how fucked up is that? After he

Yerp, that one link was a pretty instantaneous reaction. Damn you, I'm still in the office.

...but I live for my P&G Brandsaver coupons!