I’m still fucking giggling at this. Well done.

I’m definitely one to clean as I go, and by the time any dinner I’ve made is dished out, usually it’s just the final pot/pan and the dishes we’ve eaten off of that my husband would need to clean. We agreed long ago that whoever didn’t cook would be the one to clean up, and I definitely feel like husband has been…

Seriously, feed me all the lengua. And I’ll fight you for pig liver.

“Please note that Smee is a fat old guy with a bare midriff and bad sandals. He’s basically every Tampa resident.”

Well, now I have a plan for a dinner this week. Thank you!

Still-crunchy carrots? Yes please! I like my veggies to not feel sad and wilty in my mouth, thankyouverymuch.

Don’t let the haters get you down about durian. We can keep it for ourselves.

I, too, live in a house of laminate flooring. The only carpeting I have in my house is on my stairs because I don’t trust us humans (or my dumb-ass cats) to not slip and fall and die on laminate stairs. ALL HAIL THE ROOMBA.

No one would ever really call it a “rebound” because we got together about a year after each of us had split with out respective significant others, but we were still both very broken in our own ways from our previous and very long relationships. I sure did joke that he was my rebound, though. And in some ways, he…

Ugh, I am so sorry you had to grow up like that. While my mother could be a jerk (she took her divorce hard — harder than she wanted to admit — and I think she took her pain out on us a bit), at least she didn’t mock me for my interests. (....just asked us to stop acting like freaks or nerds so much.... Jesus, I’m…

Jeez, this just reminded me of how my mom would guilt-trip me about hanging out with friends who lived about a half-hour away and how she’d have to drive me around, waste two hours of her day to do so, why couldn’t I make friends closer to home, etc. (Nevermind that I attended a consolidated school, so kids were from…

That’s similar to how we were trained on my high school track team. When a runner gets close to the finish line, the temptation may be so slow down a hair because you’re pretty much already there. We were trained to treat Lane 2's starting line as the finish line. Now, this could be incidental or it could have been…

I call it YTI - YouTube Technical Institute. It’s definitely helped me with a couple of hardware-replacement issues I faced in a new-to-me house that needed some updates.

My first job was drywall repair, so I learned all of this as a teen. Obviously so many people out there didn’t have the same upbringing or life experiences, so I can definitely see how people sort of let this skill fall by the wayside.

This is great. In my home economics class, we had the option to do an extra-credit assignment that was about balancing a checkbook as a type of financial planning, but obviously that was voluntary. Otherwise, there was no instruction on that stuff in my school (also making food in that class was a joke — it was more…

But what about Louboutin? I took a practical language in school, thank you (it was Spanish, and I’m now prepared for the onslaught of jibes from my Canadian brethren), so French names always give me a hard time.

Thank you so much for sharing your impressions. I made the mistake of being in Augusta, Georgia, one year during the Masters. I’m surprised my car made it through without being smeared with self-important pedestrian blood.

I was told I was Gen Y as a youth. But now publications are saying I’m a Millennial. Just fuck off with that shit and stop blaming me for the crumbling values and other tripe.

That’s a damn fancy shitter. I’ve just used the bowl Americans are used to and this glory:

That’s the style of Ronald McDonald I saw when I lived in Thailand. See, he’s wai-ing to show respect.... Not at all planning on devouring your soul.