The downside to napping is that, well, it takes 60 to 90 minutes

Nah, I plan for the weather specifically because I want the items to be in good shape for their next potential owner. I choose nice days with little wind. Heck, I even clean the objects before putting them out.

I had multiple large items that I did not want to disassemble for the thrift store, so I just put them on the curb with a “FREE” sign on it. A huge swing, metal shelves, plastic drawers—all of those items were taken within a couple hours of being put out (presumably by neighbors).

I take anything and everything that fits in that category to Goodwill. I am certain that if someone is looking for the rainstick that I have collecting dust, that person will be in Goodwill.
(...kind of like how I focused on, then ran across a Goodwill store to a M. Pena flap-cat statue that I saw sitting on a shelf)

I have a good example of this!
Last month, a guy approached me and introduced himself with, “I am 5’6”...too short for most women, but not for you.”

Don’t forget the wonderful corgi mixes out there too!

I was getting more of an O-ren vibe:

I have no doubt that I make more than most of the guys I have gone on dates with—and guys HATE it when I pick up the tab.

Yup, I like to call it “exfoliation by flame.” After you crisp off the icky top layer, all that is left is skin as smooth as a baby’s butt.

I didn’t even know we had those glands until one formed a cyst when I was on a business trip. Imagine me poised over a mirror placed on a toilet lid to try and locate/fix the source of my pain and discovering a new set of glands that I was totes unfamiliar with (I originally thought it was a pimple...a large, large…

I moved 18+hours driving time away from them, which worked save a younger brother who followed me out here. I visit them once a year...which is usually enough.

I don’t have the brain/light issue that people complain about—which is evidenced by my nodding off and dropping the offending tablet/phone on my face at least once before actually putting the thing down to sleep.

I have been in the process of an epic declutter session that has been going on for months. I made the initial sweep, got rid of ALOT of stuff, now I am making 2nd and 3rd sweeps of areas, getting rid of things I didn’t part with on the first sweep.

Ditto. Granted, what probably made my last trip so expensive was that I was buying all the shiny things and food.

That “unexpected” part made me think of the clown who talked me into being his mistress for awhile until I grilled him on whether or not he was going to get divorced (if he decided to stay in, I was going to get the heck out so that he could focus on fixing his marriage). He tried to play it off as “not his fault”...I…

I just bought some grass fed, no antibiotic, etc. beef from Trader Joe’s this morning. WIN!

You beat me to it. However, I was also going to throw in “nudez” for good measure.

I stopped watching because Allison was clearly cheated in All Stars. It hit way too close to home to see a quirky girl with a good head on her shoulders get passed over for the usual trainwrecks.

My corgi/JRT learned the same lesson about knots...then set himself to untying all of them. ALL OF THEM.

I prefer the opposite—I dress in some combo of punk/goth. I prefer to instill fear when the workplace is the likely cause of my foul morning mood.