I love their ultra repair creme. I have backup jars of it all over my house/in the car/at work.

First Aid Beauty also uses colloidal oatmeal, and that stuff really is the shit. I usually have semi-crippling eczema on the palms of my hands (bubbling, cracking, bleeding) but have nearly eliminated it for the last couple of years with that stuff. But shit ain’t cheap.

Alternatively, it’s ideal to be really into cats.

I was deeply, deeply in love with the Cat Who series when I was in junior high and high school. Maybe I should pick one up for the upcoming holiday. Thanks for the reminder!

The best food gift I’ve ever received was for my birthday when I was a sophomore in college. I was living in a new city, feeling lonely, when I get a package from my best friend. Inside is a whole birthday cake (complete with Happy Birthday in icing) vacuum-sealed in plastic.

I own a monstrous claw-foot dining table that can seat like twenty people when fully expanded. It’s very old and has been in my family for generations. It’s a pain in the ass to move and takes up too much space.

Oh man, Fanci Freez is pretty good. I was always down for a dip cone, too.

Westside is pretty good, but my preferred local drive-thru was Hawkins Pac-Out. Their shakes were better. Always fun to see my hometown in the news (for something good, anyway).

To demonstrate his displeasure with the birth of my younger sister, the family dog ate 60 pairs of baby socks, several stuffed animals, and a tube of Desitin. He also spent the rest of his life eating every gingerbread house she made annually for Christmas (while leaving mine untouched).

A flaccid peen peeking through an unzipped fly comes to mind. Hard pass.

I’m working on eliminating some credit card debt that racked up after being the only income earner for two people for awhile, and I recently set up a spreadsheet to visualize paying it down. Seeing that I was actually making progress did a ton to alleviate some of the “gotta fix it now” anxiety I’ve been having, and…

Yassssss

I love a good FatBoy ice cream sandwich. The name is delightful, they are locally-made (Utah), and you have little bits of the sandwich (Cookie? Cake? Brownie? What the fuck is it made of exactly??) stuck to your fingers after consumption that serves as a second course.

Tyler looks a lot like my cousin and does nothing for me.

Cheers for the Coffee Crisp shoutout, truly the best thing Canada’s ever done.

Last night, a local reporter said there are like 7000+ people already signed up for the lottery.

I was a twelve-year-old who liked khakis, had glasses, and wore my hair in a bun every day. I had not anticipated the amount of ruthless teasing that would come with entering junior high. Seventh grade sucked, but I finally made a couple of friends towards the end of the school year who listened to a lot of metal and…

I can’t impulse buy cheese if I’m ordering toilet paper online, so I assume they prefer I shop in-store anyway. I would buy less stuff if I sat down and was organized about it.

It’s the best Costco. I’d live there if they let me.

I mean, I already feel like having a kid is never going to be a financial reality, so even if I got IVF tech covered by my insurance, I’m still on the hook for all the costs for the following 18+ years. Reproduction is already a luxury good.