I just dug through my drawer and grabbed 15 years + worth of bras because I kept them ALL. I never liked any enough to wear to the point of wearing out, but didn’t want to throw away all that cash.

...everybody ought to have a maid!

I never gave that much thought before. It is the Victorian equivalent of our current crusade against antibiotics in food animals.

My parents also like to send me “birthday checks,” but I never cash them. It drives them up a wall because they want to balance their checkbook, I gleefully refuse to cash it, then cite the example they set for me by not cashing any checks that my Granny sends them.

I always figured if I had a kid, I would do the responsible thing and set aside a college fund for him/her...but I wouldn’t say a thing about it. I would want the kid to work hard to get good grades, figure out how support themselves, and build character through that experience.

I dated a doctor (only for a bit, he was a miserable human being) who kept a revolving door of unpaid interns (because they were “free labor” and he was a cheap bastard)...and he treated them like crap. One of the poor girls had a really bad day and was on the brink of tears because she didn’t have any money for…

I was never allowed to have a job because they wanted me to focus on my grades. Instead, they gave me a meager allowance (I think it was somewhere between $1-$5/week, with report card As being worth $10) I sat on my money like Scrooge McDuck himself, and made a couple dollars drawing things for other kids/teachers in…

My parents also forbade me working in high school for the same reason, but it made me kinda neurotic towards college. I worked like a f****** lunatic to secure a full scholarship with an “allowance.”
(My Dad sat me down and offered to pay for college—but in my teenage brain, I rationalized it as he would have to work…

I have some cousins that tried that crap—I made a point of demolishing their false pride in such a way that an entire branch of the family tree fears me and flees the area when they get wind that I may be coming into town.

My parents told me that I had to be out of the house by 18. I left the house at 17, went to a military school because the tuition would be paid for (and it guaranteed a job after graduation). When I got out of the military, I had saved up, made some extra cash as a freelance artist, and remained in my apartment until…

I blame her either.

I would highly recommend Budget Bytes. It is a good site with alot of step-by-step photos that anyone can follow. I started there, then experimented with other sites/cookbooks when I got more comfortable in the kitchen.

I don’t even have kids, but I KNOW these burrs are a bad idea because if there is one thing NEVER to underestimate, it is the power of a child to do the worst thing possible when presented with anything.

The first time my puppy-mill rescue dog LOOKED TO ME for help was when she got a tumbleweed stuck to her butt and could not dislodge it. I had spent over 6 months trying to earn her trust, and that was my moment to shine.
(I shamefully admit, burrs and tubleweeds hold a special place in my heart for that silly reason)

Well, experience is the BEST teacher...

...are we still talking little children or college guys?

Wasn’t that a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon? Hobbes cut off all of Calvin’s hair, so they “fixed” it with a marker?

How cute...she is trying to get on board with the leggings trend! X-D

This. They are large, brightly colored burrs. Anyone who ever ran through a field and picked up a burr should know what a LARGER burr would be capable of...and what a child would be 100% likely to do when within arm’s reach of something like that.

Yup, she is also on Deviant Art screaming for attention there too.