This is going to be a straight commercial because I AM A GREAT FRIEND OBVIOUSLY. But really, it is a very good and funny book. Since I can’t be trusted to review it myself (too biased) here are some copy-and-pasted reviews from elsewhere....
I used to think doctors were like doctors on TV — they were all on the lookout for health problems, and if something stumped them, they’d do research and figure it out. I have discovered in my life that doctors are literally never that way. Consider this encouragement to advocate for yourselves.
How long after removing the IUD did it take to get your period again? Did you spot at all?
My Congressional Representative Salud Carbajal — a US war veteran born in Mexico! Pissing Trump off right there on the hill! — has joined forces with Tammy Duckworth to spread the news about some of the most recent egregious changes to the AHCA.
What the fuck is with people? Story and venting below the jump.
This post will probably go “poof!” at some point.
I live in California where recreational weed is now legal. Even if it weren’t, I could have a medical card this time tomorrow, if not faster. (I don’t have one yet because I haven’t needed one.) Right now I am using weed — usually vaped or more preferably, drops — to help mitigate some serious hip pain that was…
I’m tired of the world being on fire and am instead going to talk about a recent makeup purchase I made, which was Lipsense.
We’ve had two little earthquakes (3.9 and 3.0), and five aftershocks in between, in the last eight hours... the first one was in the middle of the night and basically right by our house—woke me up good! The second one was smaller, and around 10am.
I hate the phone more than maybe anybody, but this is an anecdote I believe — from a congressional staffer:
Today my husband suggested that for family Tamale Day coming up in December we try to make Monte Cristo tamales. I am so disgusted by that idea that every time I think of it I gag, but if I can’t think of something better he will try to execute it. Help me!
I have experienced some resistance when expressing that even though my husband and I manage to wrangle home a “decent” income we absolutely cannot afford to buy a home, and are eternally terrified of being priced out of rentals. Here is why:
... if I told my parents that if they vote for Trump, they will never meet any grandkids that pop out of me. Ever. I’ll send cards or something.
This is in addition to the two other claims of sexual harassment/assault that Trump has already been accused of (one from his ex-wife, Ivanka, and one from Jill Harth in 1997).
It’s October (basically) so it’s time for SPOOKY stuff. Since I haven’t been super captivated by American Horror Story and Scream Queens bores me, I’ve been on the hunt for a good scary show.
My life, folks.