From Buffalo. Can confirm.

OMG! I was (re?)gifted this stuff and I donated it to my local YWCA for an event and this stuff got all the bids. They were all over it. It was horrifying.

My cousin/bestie was the bride in this situation. I loathed her ex-fiancee, as did all the family except her weird mom. We could tell the guy was psychologically abusive, but he was subtle. (Worse than the one before him, and he was a peach.) Breaking them up was one of the toughest 3D chess matches I’ve ever played.

I bought a Miracle-Gro hori hori (with a weeding tip) last year and will never go back to gardening without them. It may have been the best $15 I have ever spent. Having the right tool for the job is invaluable.

I wish they had a practical/pragmatic list that also sorted by amount of actual danger posed to your pets. Some of the things on there the cat would have to eat a roomfull of the plants to have much of a reaction. Sometimes it seems to be just the fruit, and some they really aren’t interested. Some things they are…

My office is typically referred to as “the jungle” and my house is far, far worse. And yet the longest desert cactus I ever kept alive was three or four months at the most. I’m just not good at keeping them alive. (I’m pretty sure I overwater them all.) That said, my tropical cacti and succulents are ridiculously…

That Hardiness Zone map doesn’t line up with the USDA’s, for whatever reason. It has most of Ohio, for example, in Z5, where the USDA has it almost entirely in Z6.
http://planthardiness.ars.usda.gov/PHZMWeb/Defaul…

You could always hang them out of the reach of your cats. Mine never gave a damn about aloe or pothos, but ymmv.

Ask not whom I would do for my country.

Alternate bath caddy: With four days until Christmas this past year, I needed to come up with a filler gift for two people that I always make a basket of bath bombs for. (Sister and almost-sister.)
I’m kinda handy, so I have a basement of random shit and tools. I found four scraps of incense cedar fencing, cut them to…

I’m so sorry. I lost both of my cats last year. Mr. W was my grumpy, funny companion through my worst times: unemployment, soul crushing depression, the terminal illness and death of a parent. He’d been a fixture in my life since he was born in the summer of 1999 and though it was hard to lose him, he’d lived a damn…

Eh. Don’t use castor oil, unless it’s sulfonated. It’ll leave too much tub residue and feel gross on the skin. Also it smells.

It’s a dick move. I grew up in ski country south of Buffalo and once we ordered pizza delivery in iffy weather... which suddenly went very bad when a lake effect band shifted. The poor delivery guy ended up in the ditch along our property. He was uninjured and we pushed his car out and gave him an enormous tip and an…

Hrm... I learned how to make people like me. Had some volatile adults around me and others that were just mean and my sense of self-preservation taught me to hone my charm for my safety and that of my younger sibs.

I also learned some basic housebreaking because I was a latchkey kid without a key for a while there and…

My mom. 3/4 of her children developed cinnamon allergies. She fucking puts cinnamon in everything and then offers it to us. I love her, but I’m not entirely convinced she’s not trying to kill me.

You can eat the flower head of Queen Anne’s Lace, too. It’s good raw or really good battered and fried.

Ha — thanks!

They say “berevity is the soul of wit.” Alas, sometimes berevity eludes me.

Well, because no one’s actually got pitchforks, for one. And if there’s a kangaroo hopping about in robes somewhere, I want pics. If there were an actual mob, rather than a hyperbolic one, I’d be more concerned. What we have here, though, is people telling their stories. Their stories implicate that someone who had…

Eh, tilting at the occasional windmill keeps me in shape. Thanks.