My cat.. god love her... barfs all the time. On the wood. On the rug. When she is feeling particularly evil, on all three cushions of the couch. I’ve tried special food. Special food dishes. Nothing helps. She just loves regurgitation. So no.. no poop, but so much barf.

These just keep getting more and more entertaining. He just keeps getting more and more horrifying.

This. Only the boys got to wear red and the girls had to wear white at my school. Because virginity I guess? Ironically, my school mascot was a red devil. The DEVIL.

So me playing my video games in my fleece owl pj pants and oversized t-shirt is doing it wrong? I can’t even!

Feh.. it’s a delicious pizza casserole. What’s not to like?! I can pony up a Chicago dog, complete with sport peppers and radioactive neon green relish, but for the love of god no ketchup!

Wait, Toronto is our sister city? Does that get us anything? Any sort of exchange. Eli’s cheesecake and Chicago style deep dish for something Torontoesque??

NW Indiana has beaches on Lake Michigan. But yes, I too apologize for the asshattery of my home state.

I fully admit to using my swimming goggles for when I cut an onion. I’ve tried all the things - running it under water, peeling it with the exhaust fan on. The only thing that works are my damn swim goggles. Sure I look ridic, but the only person who is going to see me is my husband, and since he enjoys the cooking he…

The only towels worth buying are bath sheets. Not bath towels - they are entirely too short. Bath sheets. Just go to Macy’s and buy two bath sheets (as the associate - they’ll point them out - all your major brands have them), matching hand towels and matching wash cloths. You get your big towel, your GF gets a nice…

Jon Snow is only mostly dead, people! That means he’s slightly alive!!

LOL. She never did though. :) The threat was there for when we tested the last shreds of her saint like patience!

My mother used to threaten to snatch me bald-headed when I was bad.. does that count for anything?

I used to work for the ad agency that did a giant chunk of Budweiser’s ads. We used to have a beer (and wine) cart on Thursday and Friday. Man I miss advertising for that alone.

I’ve started going to only see movies at theaters with the big ass recliner seats (and bars). They have extra big rows and you can get in and out of the row without putting your bits or ass in someone’s face. Also... RECLINER.

I’m down with the Colorado sky. Too much sodium vapor light pollution here in Chicago to see a ton of stars like that. One of the few things I miss about living in a remote area.

Y’all are way more social gamers than I am. I have two friends - my brother and my mother and neither of them are social gamers either. From what I can tell my mother is too busy killing mutants in Fallout 4 to ever bother me and my brother is ... well my brother. He’ll text me if he wants anything - we don’t really…

2/3rds of it is the accent. I mean, he’s not Joe Manganiello but his body is pretty darn cut. I would wash my delicates on his abs.

The devil has to have some kind of charm in order to get so many people to sell their mortal souls to him.

Ah, February.. the month where terrible movies go to die.

As a native Hoosier I get it! It took forever to get restaurants to go smoke free in Indiana and it’s red as hell save for NW Indiana near Chicago. I can probably go somewhere in my home state and find a broad who would also have the winged hair, aqua net and still has this jogger set preserved in her closet.