Hey, friend. Four years is an AMAZING achievement. You are kicking ass every single day. Hang in there like a kitten on the poster in your grade school guidance counselor’s office. Internet *high fives* and *hugs* for you today. Keep on being awesome.

Happy birthday AND happy scrubbing!

On the Amazon, natch. Just search there for Salux. They’re inexpensive, too.

It’d be great for travel! Dries quickly and folds up small.

Salux is the best.

I use Japanese exfoliating shower cloths called Salux that hurt so gooooood. It’s not really pain-pain, just the discomfort of a good, thorough scrub or back scratch. Mmmmm.

I always wash my feet, even if I don’t wash my legs. I also walk around my house (and often in the yard) barefoot all the time, so my soles get a little grimy.

STOP APPROPRIATING MY CULTURE, REESE! I mean, sure, it’s your culture, too, but ... No one’s pulled off monetizing Southernness since Paula Deen, and you know how that turned out. Stop now, before this reaches its inevitable, ugly, bourbon-soaked conclusion, Reese.

No, of course no one is obligated to be nice to an asshole. I would have given OP a mental fist bump if she’d told him where to stick it. Still, I can admire her for taking the high road without, I hope, being condescending and gross. The First Lady recently said, “They go low, we go high.” I’m trying to keep this…

I was about to flag the first response to your post, but I held off and read the rest of the exchange. Thank you for being an example of grace and kindness.

Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick are still together, too, thank FSM. I need these few long-haul celebrity couples in my life to help me feel secure.

*gaspsqueegasp* That sweet baby could maul me any time.

A year ago, my husband was laying in the driveway, working on the car, when he was suddenly puppy-attacked by an affectionate little English bulldog who’d gotten loose from his house two doors down. Mister has never wanted a dog before, but now he’s set on having…

Get it, D!

OMG, I’m getting Kinja’d to hell. I tried to put in a very reasonably-sized image of the Go Diego, Go! logo and it turned out ginormous. Apologies for searing anyone’s retinas.

I’m probably very tender from my veal box of a lifestyle, but I don’t feed myself the good stuff to improve my flavor. I would be such a disappointment to a shark who just wanted a nice dinner out for once.

I read not too long ago that sharks are basically the ocean’s toddlers--always sticking stuff in their mouth to learn about it. If they wanted to eat you, they’d eat you (Tangentially, I also recently learned that human blood does not set off shark feeding frenzies, because we don’t smell like shark food. Fish blood…

My first thought as well. As far as terrorist attacks go, this is pretty lame. Getting stabbed is no picnic, I’m sure, but as a bystander, I do not feel awed by the might of the Islamic State.

I’m sorry for your loss. *hugs*

Oh god, it seems like all of my teen / college sex was in weird places, as horny kids have to get creative for some alone time.

Several backseats (red ‘85 Camero being the standout of the bunch); in the woods with my back to a tree; in a dirty storage shed.

Once, during my semester in France, the Croatian dude I’d been…

Yes to all of that. Yes.

Yeah, my version of FLAM is wake up tired at 5:45 AM, proceed to hustle three kids through two hours of getting to school routines, caffeinate myself into consciousness, bulldoze through a day, cry inside when the evening meal I prepare is thrown away and I’m castigated for never making ANYTHING GOOD, I cajole, beg,…