I am an air traffic controller. One day, I was reading an aircraft his clearance, when I noticed a spider hanging in front of me. I somehow managed to calmly finish reading the clearance—even as I realized that the danged spider was hanging FROM MY $%^$%&%^ HEAD!

Son Goku is voiced by a woman. :-)

Ditto. The crying shame is that they cry all the time about how they need “people who can think outside the box,” yet those individuals are the first to leave because they cannot tolerate the bullcrap anymore.

I got a talking to because they did not approve of me dressing goth on my own time. “It sets a bad example...” and so on. I fired back with the squadron “mattress” down the hallway that dressed in very scanty attire—if they were going to try and fix my unprofessional attire, they would have to fix hers as well.

Cows eat vegetables. Since we are what we eat, cows are veggies.Duuuuhhhh! ;-)

Trader Joe’s carries a spreadable creamy goat cheese. It is perfection when added to my “usual” grilled cheese.

Almost empty jar + dog. It will heep them occupied for hours AND they will clean out the jar for you!

Ditto. If I am going to exercise to keep my body in good shape, then I want to eat healthy/tasty food to fuel it. The key is moderation.

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.