“Hoarders” was a trigger for me a couple years ago. I was livid after a couple episodes, walked downstairs, then stood in my cluttered living room that I never “lived in.” Something snapped, and I have been purging for over two years now. Furniture, clothing, misc. crap, formerly sentimental objects, crappy paintings,…

I had an ex who had the gall to steal my pack of pills. I thought I missplaced them, grabbed another pack, and continued my pills.
...Later, I found the pills in HIS dorm room in his desk. He admitted that he swiped them because he was hoping I would get pregnant because he was worried that he was losing me.

I fled from the deep South when Mississippi made vibrators illegal...because heavens knows that Mississippi’s biggest problem are dildos that actually perform for a woman’s benefit.

Ironically, the best pair of mittens I ever found were left in a hospital parking lot after I dragged an ex-bf in for an emergency after-hours. Lovely leather, thinsulate-lined mittens--they serve me better/longer than that ex ever did.

I just did this last week. I am decluttering like crazy, and I stumbled upon a gorgeous lace coat--$150 price tag still attached--that I bought years ago. I accepted that I would never wear it, so I eBayed it off to someone who may.

I saw this painting last year--and there was quite the crowd for it. However, everyone was moving in a relatively civil fashion, and leaving once they got their photos. It took me 5 minutes--tops--to get my photos and required selfie. :-)

When I was in Rome last year, I got into a minor fuss with a Republican man from Texas. In one of the chapels, men AND women shared a line to a bathroom—a larger washroom with two stalls with female placards and one stall with a male placard. I gave no craps, as we were ALL in the same line together, and stalling for…

I went bonkers at a Daiso in Seoul that was around the corner from my hotel. OMG...quality Korean things for 1000 won!! (it is about 1 USD) I made sure to buy things that were made in Japan or Korea, and mailed a couple boxes full of food/makeup/awesome stuff home.

I am wayyyy past that 8 year inactive reserve window that applies to most folks nowadays. My commission essentially makes me recallable until I am 60 (of course, I did not find that out until I was outprocessing).

I am sending this to my Republican conservative Dad.

...and he sayeth to his loyal flock of aging caucasian men.

My younger brother tried the “chore card” as a gift one year I had instructions on it to,”throw it at him.” Later, I threw it at him and asked for him to clean his “room” (AKA the entire basement).

I am more concerned about that long, draping sleeve that is dangling precariously close to the fire on the stove. 

I had a corgi whose job was to look after me through my 20s...that poor guy had the most distinguished grey that started at the base of his ears and migrated down towards his neck—right along that ridge of fur. I have little doubt that I caused most of that—he KNEW his job was to keep me from being stupid, protecting…

I have mixed luck with this type of opener. About 50% of the time I succeed, all of the others result in me using a winged corkscrew to pull the thing out (and one where the cork got pushed into the bottle).

I have heard that before, but never had a problem with the bread drying out. There is even a slight bit of condensation in the bag, but I attribute it to being anal retentive--I secure the end of the bag AND fold it underneath the loaf before placing it in the fridge.

When you say it like that, it sounds like it totally is your fault. ;-)

Agreed. I started green smoothies a few years ago as an experiment for my father’s diet, and my cholesterol has been great ever since.

Warning to all: If you do green smoothies right, and make it more green vegetable than fruit, you will crap/fart a TON until your body adjusts to the massive increase in fiber. For me,…

I put my bread in the fridge because I don’t eat it fast enough. If I leave it on the counter, it gets moldy. Refrigerating the bread seems to keep it edible.
(It also reduces the temptation for my dogs...they try to counter-surf if it is alone and undefended, and I am off at work.)