Not especially creepy, but I‘ve assisted three cat and kitten rescues locally. #1 has a building with a huge, dark basement used for laundry and storing donations. I‘ve seen shadows at cat level and felt things brush my legs as I walk. They don’t all survive.

Literally last night, my wife has a story to add. She requested I not use her name.

I spoke German at home, and also in public. My mom is STILL committed to only speaking German with myself and my brother. And I am 30!

My mom (and sometimes my dad, sometimes my mom’s friend, depending if dad got time off), used to go to Alabama (the beach part, jokingly named the Redneck Riviera. It is nice though, a lot of weekly and monthly beach house rentals). Some of the bathrooms on the way were so sketchy! When I was little I would have to…

Rude! I have a similar lake family reunion, since my parents‘ college buddies and their families became my de facto extended family.

My dad is not a strong man, physically or mentally. My mom ran and still runs the house, and ran my brother and I when we lived at home. My dad didn’t stand up for me when my mom’s behavior became abusive, but he always spent time with me and would give me food or look the other way as I did one of many things…

Hmm, advice:

I used to sail with family when I was young. There was an older couple about 12-15 years younger than my grandparents who had the boat across the dock from my parents. Same marina, same boat, same slip for 30 years and even now. Thus, Uncle Bob and Aunt Colleen to us kids. We would often take overnights together with…

I have four cats. Two males, two females. There is an older male and female and a 2 year old sibling pair I raised since taking in their pregnant mom. Mom and 7 other babies were adopted out. Wife and I kept the pair.

On the tiny Lake Superior town where my family sailed growing up, there was a diner with a habit that baffled the tourists but was well known to locals and seasonal sailors.

Worst neighbor: toss up between my junior year college roommate and my best friend’s racist neighbors.

I was a very advanced reader and “gifted,” so I was reading long before I knew all the words used in a book or could pronounce them correctly. I also was sensitive.

Recently actually! Last week my childhood bestie who is still basically my sister (we have a lot of history, see my other comments), her husband, and her mother all decided to let themselves be drafted into treating COVID patients or supporting those that do (BFF is in hospital IT and volunteered to stay on when most…

Also, some people I met at my German language immersion program for a week! I STILL do not know the real names since every person in the weeklong course (basically camp for adults, since I attended as a kid to their summer ones for years), took a “German” name. Mine was Alex, theirs were Ingrid and Eva.

Gave me a bike!

Most people I work with eat lunches at their desks, which usually doesn’t bother me.

Well, most of my teenage birthdays were either accidentally or on purpose ignored, because I was born in April which is also the height of freakishly talented brother‘s sportsball season. I didn’t get a day off any very restrictive privileged item bans or a special dinner, and no cake from 12-15 until my best friend…

So I should pay extra because of what’s essentially a disability? Maybe it’s not in great Taste to complain- but telling someone with these sorts of issues to just suck it up or pay double is pretty ableist.

3/4 of the long haul flights to and from Hawaii have been absolutely hellish for me. I‘m an assault survivor (by someone of the same gender, so it’s not okay or easier that another woman is squeezing me), and I have sensory issues.

Wife and I are both really tired today so I got Dairy Queen- blizzards and half a chicken combo, plus champagne.