Yup. I’d that venture we’ve never seen her actual hair down.

I have to believe Netflix’s search capability is deliberately awful. There is no other explanation for how galactically bad it is.

Is it sad that when I watch this gif all I can think about is how today they would have photoshopped her waist in SO much.

Welp, now I am on board with this engagement.

It’s right up there with the affluenza defense.  Let’s hope this one doesn’t work.

Isn’t also possible that her dad is, you know, lying?  

Now I need to rewatch The Wire for the eleventy billionth time.

The only advice I have for this issue (and only because I have been stuck in that situation too many times before) is to have a plan in place beforehand, so when you hit level 5 or higher you don’t have to do much. I am very thankful to have two support people who really do understand my struggles and whom I can trust…

Here, da Chort. Have a tropheeeee.

Or maybe he’s just a terrible person, and it’s not because a woman made him that way.

Or he’s on heart medicine.

I made some DISGUSTING vodka gummy bears one summer. They swelled up something fierce and tasted like death.

If they give you hella hangovers, you might be allergic to the quinine in the tonic! I switched to martinis or gimlets, and my mornings after are much improved.

This reads like a list of the best ways to get yourself some acid reflux. Jiminy Crickets!

I remember reading that Marc Summers deals with OCD, as well. Either he his OCD isn’t triggered by messiness, or he has the world’s strongest coping mechanisms.

I will be super shocked if they don’t do a special ep.

Hate to be a buzzkill, but that famous photo wasn’t from the Town Hall where the man got up to blather about how a man would never let his wife be raped. It was a photo from a different Town Hall meeting.

If he had been in jail, his DNA would likely have been on file. That was part of the frustrating thing about this case, they had DNA but no matches ever came up in the system. Until now, possibly.

We had those Tracker Jackers in our driveway for a few summers until I pour ammonia down their nest holes (sorry, environment). They don’t sting, but they were terrifying to anyone who visited our house.

This is me. It was engagement phase then marriage phase then having babies phase and home buying phase, now it’s the pets dying phase. Soon it will be dead parents phase. Life is a bummer, my dudes.