Someone hijacking a post about cults on Lifehacker to air his grievances about how OMG MEAN!!!! the scary Gawker and Jezebel feminists are.
Buster lunged at a cat on our walk this morning, and his leash slipped out of my hand. As soon he realized this, he turned around, trotted back, waited patiently for me to pick up his leash — and then promptly lunged at the cat again.
First the healthy rec: Overnight Oats from Oh She Glows (I’ve been subbing 1/3 cup of unsweetened applesauce for the banana and adding lots more cinnamon)
I recently stopped eating meat and I’m planning to transition to full vegan over the next several months. I’ve been stockpiling and trying out recipes from vegan sites, I bought the Minimalist Baker cookbook, and I’m slowly subbing vegan options for the stuff in my kitchen — Earth Balance instead of butter, almond…
TFW you accidentally follow yourself and then realize there’s no way to unfollow.
Any of you lovely people have any experience with this?
I got Buster’s DNA results! And they’re kind of insane. Here’s his breed breakdown:
I just made the tastiest, easiest stir fry. I marinated chicken breast cubes in Trader Joe’s Island soyaki sauce, then I cooked them with a shit load of garlic and fresh ginger, a bag of frozen stir fry vegetables, fresh orange, yellow and red peppers, and more of the soyaki. SO. GOOD. OMG.
So remember this whole saga —
Any GTers with decent finance know-how?
Dismissing a long, condescending comment that attempted to prove — complete with screenshots! — that a comment I made more than a year ago is “fake news” while fundamentally misunderstanding what I was talking about. Dude spent at least half an hour on that thing, and absolutely no one will read it.
I’ve had to cut out coffee because of stomach issues, so I’m trying to figure out how get the right equipment and start buying and brewing good tea, hopefully without spending a fortune.
I saw the unbelievable fucking asshole whose dog attacked Sophie at the park tonight.
Buster just walked over to the pantry/shelving thing where I keep dry food, picked up a bag of red lentil pasta, and trotted happily back to the living room with his prize.
Much whining ahead. You have been warned!
I was SO proud of Sophie today — for the first time ever, she stayed in her bed when I got home from work. Usually I have to send her there and remind her multiple times to stay until she calms down enough that she can get herself under control.
Petcube tells me that Buster and Sophie have both spent the morning peacefully snoozing, so I think I dodged the bullet. I’m sure the trazadone helped, but I think mostly Buster was just stressed out because Sophie was hurt and upset and then we both disappeared.