The is a Harry Potter reference for every moment in a person's life :)

Bring back the fanny pack.

Oh so it's just classism then or nepotism. Whew, that is a relief!

I do not like this one. Something about it reminds me of an old wasp nest, the kind you find in the corner of the shed in the spring.

It was scary enough surrounded by family in my own kitchen, I could not imagine what that would be like in a crowded, public space like a train! Yikes! It's good to hear that you had a helpful stranger around to make sure you were okay. That is the kind of thing that restores my faith in humanity!

Because nobody will expect it. Everybody will have their money on cats, so dog Hitler will blow everyone out of the water and humanity will be unprepared, having stocked up on catnip and laser pointers for use in taking down or at least distracting a tyrannical cat.

The first time I got dizzy because I hadn't eaten anything for most of the day was scary. I never felt hungry, and I was so busy that I barely ate anything, and in the late afternoon after a long walk home from running errands, I was just standing in the kitchen with my family, and I couldn't hear any of them talking,…

Even the ones who don't like the water and really don't want to be in there will capably dog paddle their way right back to shore like it's no big deal.

But Westies are so cuuuuuute! Plus, maybe the human in question is a jerk? You don't know, and by the time he has saved the human and discovered that the human is an asshole, it is already too late and a good dog is lost. Who wants to take that risk? And with that little face looking at you like "come on buddy, help…

Definitely worse.

Launches it into the air? So now there's just a used tampon somewhere on the floor staining the carpet? That's nice, real hot. He better not have any pets because unless you have a bird or something, pets will try to eat that shit; it's like the first rule of being a cat or dog.

Least erotic story ever.

You don't fuck around with someone going through nicotine withdrawal.

I loved Road to Avonlea! Sometimes you can still catch reruns of it in the late morning/early afternoon section of the wasteland of boredom and talk shows that is daytime TV

All Winston will ever give me is taste...and maybe cancer, but most of all taste! Did cigarettes in the 70s taste like something other than cigarette? I haven't had a cigarette in a while, but I don't remember the taste being anything to write home about, unless they were menthols or cloves.

They just kind of moved her from one bad place to another. Whatever rescue they did was cancelled out when they dumped her with complete strangers who turned out to be dangerous people with a history of child abuse and neglect. Holy shit, if you are going to adopt a kid you had better make sure you can handle whatever…

I wish I had read this before I checked facebook. It is nothing but football and bacon fetish posts as far as the eye can see. Did you know that some people, people like my lame-ass cousins, are still making jokes about how bacon is the second coming of Christ, only tastier? Yeah, people still think those jokes are…

Eh, I think I can deal with a caninocracy. As a life long dog owner, I've been stooping and scooping up dog poop since I was a kid. It's time for the dogs to start picking up my poop for a change and carrying it with them in a little baggie for several blocks just in case I decide to drop another.

Been there, feel your rage.

That's the reason my bathroom tends to reach gas station levels of uncleanliness before I suck it up and do a clean. I hate that job more than I hate a filthy toilet.