Ditto. I am not spending thousands of dollars to go to Europe and NOT take pictures of the tasty, gorgeous, well-plated (and sometimes strange) food items that I consume. My best memories are of awe-inspiring croque monsieurs, bufala appetizers, and downright beautiful cicchetti.

This sounds exactly like the relationship dynamic between my Dad and me...except I have no husband because I am “too intimidating” for normal men.

I purchased a Benro tripod on Amazon. It looked amazing because it could actually extend into a selfie stick, which also worked with the tripod feature if you wanted a higher camera. It also has a Bluetooth remote for easy picture-taking.

Mulan II was an absolute dumpster fire. I needed a good year before I could even watch the original again because that sequel ruined everything!!!

That was always my response...and “dogs.” However, every serious relationship I had involved a guy that wanted to have LOTS of kids...and they never took me seriously and tell me about how happy I would be with “X”-number of kids.

The solution to that is some Jack Russell Terrier. I happened into what I thought was a corgi puppy...who ALWAYS ran at top speed. As the puppy grew, I realized he was half corgi, half JRT. That dog has never met a ball that he would not chase...and he NEVER stops. People gaze upon him in awe because they think he is…

My brother was in a similar situation in my house—I unintentionally became an enabler because he was simply too comfortable to leave. After years of failed efforts on my part to get him to contribute or go, I finally had to move out and practically sell the house out from under him.

I had a co-worker whose doctor told him that he had a heart condition that needed to be operated on because it might kill him, or it might not. He was within a few years of retirement and already had aspirations of traveling and golfing in each state. He opted to get the surgery done, but told his wife just before he…

Another yay for neti pots here. I live in a very arid area, so it is grossly satisfying to see my neti pot flush out giant partially-dry pseudo-boogers. My biggest benefit was regaining my sense of smell after years of losing it to allergies.

In air traffic control, we earn 4 hours of sick leave every two weeks (it has no cap, so we can earn an unlimited amount). We can call it in anytime, and management is not allowed to ask for the reason. No one asks us to do additional duties, since controllers an attitude of, “I am on leave, get f***ed.” (or we demand…

I cannot help but think that a law like this would also cause co-workers to develop some degree of disdain for their female peers. I would also be a bit miffed because I would not use the leave because I do not suffer enough to feel inclined to bring attention to my period.
(However, I have some unscrupulous coworkers…

My brother had this mindset. I took a sick day, only to wander into the basement and see a formerly white—now orange/pink/black—bathtub. I spent several hours bleaching/scrubbing it, only to realize that grout/caulk was so far gone that I would have to redo it ALL.

Yup, and we are forced to do the task because we recognize that it will take MORE effort to undo the damage, then do the task properly.

My brother and I had this exact same problem (he lived under my roof for college/job-hunting/and then some)—he claimed that I had to maintain a list of chores for him. However, he flat out refused to do several chores, and I started leaving those off the list. Then, of the items on the list, I was still doing the…

I couldn’t get the meme to work, but it was the classic,” One does not simply guess the age of an Asian woman.” As a group, Asian women are deceptive.

I am half-Korean, almost 40, yet I get carded for alcohol regularly—sometimes for paint or white-out on a really good day.
Back when my mother was in her late-40s, I…

THIS. I wasted a lot of money on their items, only for them to arrive in need of repair or to fall apart after one wear/wash. I must have purchased 50 or so things from them, only to have a jacket (with a broken zipper), a struggling t-shirt, and a hoodie to show for it.

I was wondering that myself...but I highly doubt that there is a good, not-offensive answer to it...

I feel that this service was the kindest way to see my old corgi off. He was in constant pain, on constant pain meds, and was too old to go through another invasive spine surgery.

That is the hardest decision to make. For my old corgi, I had to determine that it was time because he was constantly in pain, his relative good mood was dictated by his tramadol pills, and he became scared of the stairs and had to stay on the main level.

When is this jackass going to realize that threatening organizations/cities with defunding is only going to make most of them dig in harder? Once it is clear that his money means nothing, then all he can do is stomp and cry like a damned brat.