Ha. Heart attack casseroles.

The stickers are probably the only nail art I ever successfully attempted. I've also wasted a lot of money matching up shades trying to do tape-off designs. I ended up giving a lot of polish away to my coworker's preteen daughter.

Yay! Great news to start the day!

I'm with you. I love the look of a lot of nail art, and the demos make it look oh so easy, but in actuality I always make a huge mess and have to wipe it all off anyway. The worst was my attempt at one of those swirly water manicures. Oh the humanity!

haha - "I'm raising this puppy ALONE!" -flounce- For some reason, I find this hilarious.

Love this gif! Love doxies! My doxie stares at me obsessively. I love to make fun of her for it.

I know. It's like what's the worse thing for that baby here - continue living in the care of two teen parents who think it's funny to make a baby smoke weed or live in the foster care system where the likelihood of abuse and neglect will increase significantly. My hope would be that with the punishment from this…

I do think he really had cancer and I do think the cancer really spread. I have a hard time believing the diagnosis wasn't real because his first wife used to talk about how hard that time in their lives was. She is from all accounts actually a good and decent human being and probably wouldn't lie about something like…

I forgot in my rant, but I am also SO RELIEVED I no longer have to hear about what a bitch I am and how I "just don't get it" for not wanting give Lance Armstrong a rim job every waking moment. There was a time in Austin, when, I shit you not, if you were gonna shit-talk Lance you'd better do it behind closed doors…

Yeah, I know some die-hard Lance fans and they are always all, "Well they all do it so lay off Lancey-poo! Wah wah you're sooo mean!" Whatever. I say what you do - yeah, they might all do it, but he did it SEVEN times and kept trying to cover it up. I was ambivalent about him until I went to a few events where he was…

Oh that guy was all about all that clean living bullshit. Blah blah ball cancer blah.

I have to admit that this Lance Armstrong downfall fills me gleeful schadenfreude. I lived in Austin during the height of the Lance years, and that guy was THE BIGGEST douche. Like, he was King of the Douchebags. The Greatest Douche Who Ever Douched. He made everyone take up motherfucking biking and at one point…

I also wash everything on cold. The only things that get washed on warm are filthy kitchen towels and bed linens. Who are these people who wash clothes on warm?

Thanks for the input. Several people have made the suggestion of writing out everything that has to be done and how to do it. Since this seems to be a popular consensus maybe it will work.

He is not lazy. He got through law school, passed the bar, and works 50 hours a week. Lazy isn't the issue, attention is the issue.

This sound A LOT like my husband when we first started living together. I'd be cleaning, cleaning, cleaning sweating my ass off and he'd be sitting on the couch playing Minecraft. FML! I'm the kind of person that if someone around me is working I must jump in and help instantly. He just isn't. He's really trying,…

Oh yeah, my husband will cram the trash down over and over again to shove more stuff inside it. Just take it out! It takes two minutes! The recycling is bad, too. Don't even get me started on the recycling.

Hear, hear!

Well, she worked for his family and has tried to teach them all. So there's a history there. I don't know if she'll do it, to be totally honest with you. She wants us to need her! LOL! Also, I know that when it comes to my husband's family she's tried and tried and tried and they just re-hoard everything she has ever…

I actually haven't tried that, but it sounds like a decent idea. The times our cleaning excursions have been most successful is when I say, "Ok. We're going to start cleaning at 9:00am. We will clean until 11:00am, when we can take a break and watch a show if you want. We will start cleaning again at 11:30 and will…