Ygritte
Ygritte
Ygritte

Ugh. This is terrible. A few years ago at work, a coworker got notified that her husband and father of her children was killed in a traffic accident. She let out the most gut-wrenching and loud sob...you knew immediately something terrible had happened. I still feel sick just thinking about it.

Ohh, yum! We do a roast with Yorkshire pudding on Christmas Eve. On Christmas, it's all about the Swedish meatballs and aebleskivers.

Dear lord, I love you, NYCyclist.

One small tip: using the word "negging" outs you as a complete debate nerd.

Clearly you don't Pubmed or you wouldn't ask that.

Just saw that you beat me to this! But it leaves me wondering, La Patrona, do you even bow-hunt?

I just want to interject to say that I am now going to use, "Do you even bow-hunt?" as a way to shut down an argument.

I would read that site daily.

The coffee subscription idea is the best! Thank you for helping me earn my father's love and respect for another year.

Update (my treasurer is so quick to respond after an IRS deadline has passed): we're going to propose lowering the double signature requirement to $500 and send monthly check details to the finance committee. Thanks for the advice!

...or maybe I WANT you to think I'm the Erectile Dysfunction for a very small non-profit. Did you think about that? Did you?

Really? Will you be my Jezebel mentor?? I already liked you, but this solidifies it.

This sort of shit makes me so nervous. I've been the ED for a very small nonprofit for a year now, and I'm in charge of the finances, and it's the part of the job I most dislike (more than fundraising!). I told them when I was hired that I had no experience managing the actual finances, but they didn't seem too

Good.

I specifically asked my doctor about this in regards to my bc, and was told my weight wouldn't affect its effectiveness. Guess I should look for a new doctor...

That is super scary, especially since this old mutt is worth a million bucks.

I may be hairy (so hairy, you guys) and white, but I care, dammit!

Yeah, I didn't know that either. But after this whole strangeness I feel like an expert in the ways someone can delete your comments.