True bosom buddies!

I went on a two-week trip to Korea with only a carry-on bag. Best. Thing. Ever!!

It is sooo good! (...and it got me to try real horchata. Double yum!!)

At the Air Force Academy dorms, our showers/bathrooms are at the end of the hallways, and the dorms are mixed gender because you live with your squadron.

I wish I could boycott Bud for the rest of my life, but I already had because it is really shitty beer.

I wonder the same thing myself—and if it was intentional. Braces, thick plastic glasses, hideous shirts, and a hairdo that only a Korean mother could dream up (huge permed bangs and long, straight hair...very odd, very ugly).

This is a costly idea, but I found such an experience in Seoul. It was hopping and busy, but I found it soothing in a strange way. I was able to run around all day, then hit a store for a bottle of wine. After that, I would swing by a french bakery and grab dinner. Finally, I would go to my room and enjoy my “me” time…

My apologies—I meant to link this episode.

My brother leaves the bags on the front porch. It drives me up a damn wall because it makes it look like we don’t give a damn about anything.

No. There is never an excuse for not picking up dog poop. Maybe...maybe I will give a pass to a 99-year-old granny walking her chihuahua, but no one else.

THIS!!

You would love Megas XLR then...

Thanks for the shower head tip. I will use that tomorrow.

The last package of Dove I bought molded before I could get to using it. That was enough to convince me that the stuff is shit.

I can sorta empathize...my old corgi would occasionally need help getting one of my long hairs out of his poop chute.

I am pretty much damned if I ever need to travel east for anything, aren’t I?

I used a bagless household vacuum to clear out a nest of yellow jackets at my house. I calmly stood outside their nest for a couple hours, enjoying the satisfying “thunk” as each one went in.

Nah, girls quickly catch on and designate them as pervs. (granted, the one I knew tried to gets hugs from all the girls all the time)

Actually, abuse was the first thing my Dad thought of—which fueled his demand for more info. He wanted to know who to destroy.

Heck, I am healthy as an ox, but when I worse my corset to work for Halloween, I ended up taking an unplanned nap on one of my breaks. (the coworkers loved it...something about looking like a doll on a shelf)