This. I’m still in the battle of trying to get my brows to grow in in certain places, to fill out, and worse yet, some hairs are noticably thicker and darker, which throws off the whole look.

Apparently they only believe in “back the blue” until the “blue” is backed into a corner.  Then it’s every man for himself.

First dogs, second Fall.  But dogs in Fall are the VERY best.

Months. It’s going to be months before we know if he’ll even leave the White House kicking and screaming.

Yep, this... because they put you out, you have to have someone else drive you home. Which sucks. Because it’s not like all of us find it super convenient to require someone to sit with us for several hours while we’re waiting for the doctor and then for the hour or so after you wake up.

Ah yeah, being from anywhere “Pointe” in Michigan meant your family had some money back in the day. (Now that’s partially true, but it can also mean that you’re totally white trash and think that people will imagine you have money, but everybody knows better.)

When you want to go full Midwestern, you say “Fords.”  Where do your father, grandfather, cousin and baby brother work? Fords.

I read somewhere that it’s an ingrained human response to put your hand out when someone’s handing you something.  So like, if you’re leaving a Starbucks, you could theoretically just say “Here” to a random stranger and hand them your empy cup, and leave them standing there wondering why the hell you gave them your…

Right.. doing so well that BOTH of her parents can just... stop working.  For an undetermined length of time.  Just stop... working. And, presumably, being paid.

Huh, I had no idea.  I’ve had terrible issues with photosensitivity the times I went to Cancun and the Dominican.  The last time I went, I actually got blisters on the inside of my legs.  I figured maybe it’s a really rare medication reaction.  But considering all drinks in those places include citrus juices and have…

Ha! I grew up near a train depot... the noises of the screeching brakes and the train cars slamming into each other? I used to think they were the noises the stars made.  Little kid brains are so weird.

Everywhere they say Ash Christian died of “natural causes.”  Like, what?  He was 35.  What’s natural about dying at 35?

I’ll admit it, I once bought one of the Sweet Lady Jane’s cakes online (one of Oprah’s Favorite Things (TM)) for a small Easter dinner. It was INCREDIBLE. So light and airy and not too sweet. It was worth every penny.  And I’m really a pie person, not a cake person.

Though sometimes it can amuse the rest of us. Not Twitter-related, but this is still one of the best things I’ve ever read. I reread it all when I’m feeling low.  (Pour one out for the real Deadspin.)

I swear I thought that was just me, and you have made me so unbelievably happy.

This poor family, those poor young women. They’ve accomplished so much and some racist coward just can’t HANDLE it.

I’ve been laughing at this for 10 damn minutes.

I find the best solution to be directly asking, “So what exactly are you apologizing for?” It usually requires they either immediately say they’re NOT apologizing... or for them to actually take blame.

It’s a shelter. They want a place to sleep and to use the bathroom.  None of that is impacted by your perceived idea of their “unique issues.” 

Needing to take a shit is a special and unique issue?