Fine. If that is the way that they want to play, I demand to send my eggs/fetus/parasites off with a Viking funeral pyre.

Earplugs. The best of friendships can be destroyed when excessive snoring prevents a good night’s rest.

As everyone else seems to be echoing, this is only useful if you know that you will spend your money on medical-related things that will be approved. There is no point in dropping the maximum amount into the FSA when you cannot spend it on the things you want/need.

Nah, that’s just what happens when I follow a trail of articles while failing to note the dates. :-p

I left my roller bag behind and bought a backpack for my last trip—it saved ALOT of trouble all throughout my trip. Stairs? No problem. Public transportation? Easy!

I am 5’3” and have that exact problem. I identified the main cause of weight to be my suitcase—wheels and structure are heavy (15lbs in the case of my Samsomite). For my last 2.5-week trip to Japan, I bought a Tortuga Air backpack (2.4 lbs), and it worked beautifully. I was able to get my bag into the overhead on my…

I have had similar bystander input on my Noosa yogurt, I explain to them that the “hummingbird diet” calls for excessive amounts of sugar and caffeine to be effective.

Those ads are effin’ KILLING my eyes. My eyes want to focus, but there is nothing to actually focus on because they blurred/bloomed the dang thing to oblivion.

I recently met a guy whose hobby was to “Plasti Dip” his car...meaning that he would spend hours covering his car in this special paint, then peel it off when he was bored with it.

I use a wad of tissue to flush and open the door to the stall. I then wash my hands and use the paper towel to open the door...because way too many women do not wash their hands at all, or just give use a quick flick of water for the sake of appearances.

Same goes for Japan. I wish the US could adopt a similar attitude, but I think we are too selfish and entitled to consider sacrificing a bit of comfort for the sake of other people.

Mine were never comfy, so I never wore any of mine out...and I admittedly hoarded them because I felt guilty about all that money going to waste. (Not any more tho, off they go!!)

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…