I’m a gardener, now in a house, but back when I was apartment-dwelling, I had chives, parsley, and dill in pots on my windowsill, as well as tons of aloe vera, Jade plants, and mother-in-law’s tongue plants as general houseplants. They were easy to grow in a relatively dim apartment.

As someone who has acne and red splotchy hyperpigmentation post-acne, your 7 a.m. Selfie looks good! I wish my skin looked like yours in the before! I can see your skin is more even and glowy in the after, but damn girl. Good for you.

As someone who has acne and red splotchy hyperpigmentation post-acne, your 7 a.m. Selfie looks good! I wish my skin looked like yours in the before! I can see your skin is more even and glowy in the after, but damn girl. Good for you.

Ill be thirty in a few weeks, and it went right over my head.

Saltines gross me out because in my parents’ house, we only had them if we had a gastrointestinal issue. They will forever remind me of having the flu as a result.

I’ve hated him ever since I had to watch The Pillow Book in a college film class. We get it, Peter Greenaway likes nudity, and Ewan is quite proud of his wiener.

My dad likes to buy books at the local library sales, and when he is done with them, he gives them to me. I now have no idea if there are overdue library books in my house because most of my books have a public library stamp in them. Yay?

Just a reminder to get a fire safe, store your important government documents in it and also insurance info and an external hard drive backup. Cash also couldn’t hurt. And don’t put the fire safe on a high floor, but on the lowest floor you can!

Why yes, everyone knows $$$ is greater than “principals.” Principals are often underpaid especially in our public schools, but clearly you never paid much attention to our education system or your own education. You mean “principles,” dumbass. The principal can be your pal if you don’t forget your principles.

And now this - to steal from John Oliver:

The top two screws that hold one of the non-functional shutters on to my (rental!) brick house popped out today. We had a warning of fifty mph winds with a thunderstorm, so I wadded up some duct tape, put it on the bricks in the gap, and shoved the shutters back into the wall. It’s currently holding, but I really…

I broke the middle cord on the cheap mini blinds in my office. Rather than deal with the lazy and shoddy landlord, I sewed the cord back together with some white thread, and the fix is invisible! Yay for kluge fixes.

My best friend’s parents told her the ice cream truck was a music truck, and that the kids lining up outside it were there to compliment the musicians. My parents were honest, I told my friend, and some how i ended up getting scolded. It was like Santa Claus all over again.

My best friend’s parents told her the ice cream truck was a music truck, and that the kids lining up outside it were there to compliment the musicians. My parents were honest, I told my friend, and some how i ended up getting scolded. It was like Santa Claus all over again.

I’d add getting sterilized was impossible when I was 26 and married, hence I have an IUD. Doctors still pull a lot of bull shit about changing your mind, or what if your partner wants kids...ugh.

As a person with an open polyamorous marriage, I think it’s more nuanced than that. I’m happy if my partner has a great date and amazing sex with someone else, but I wouldn’t want to walk in on that. There is a difference between consenting knowledge and being in the room.

As a person with an open polyamorous marriage, I think LW3 should still tell Mrs. Hole. If they are open, it’s not an embarrassment, just a clarification. I’ve had my partner’s dates confirm with me. It’s not that unusual. If they aren’t open, then she probably needs to be tested for STIs, at the least.

My freshman year of college, I lived on the same floor as a girl with severe epilepsy and a service dog. It was a little strange to watch her practice seizure response with her dog by falling and flailing around in the quad. So many people rushed to help her that our dorm manager made her put a sign out when they were…

If you don’t like it your kids won’t either! and canned green beans, wax beans need to die in a fire.

I LOATHE canned green beans as a result of my childhood, but give me some fresh ones sautéed in olive oil and a little garlic and you can’t keep me away.