I don't know about the whole picking up fleas and them biting and dying (could totally be true, I have no clue) but if you do find that you have fleas in the house, sprinkle Borax powdered soap of all of your carpets, let it sit for a day, then vacuum. We adopted a flea-ridden kitty, and this was the only thing that…

No, I appreciate the contrasting view point. I failed to mention that he has called, in fact he's always been the one to call when we're not working. I have a weird brain (autistic spectrum, hi) and rarely think people want to be around me, so he has been doing the dominant part of the work. Because I'm a chicken.

That... is not something I had considered, and is very true.

Part of me wants to so, so badly.

But: we currently live four hours away from each other, we both recently exited pretty serious relationships, and it seems absolutely insane to my overly logical (hi, autistic spectrum here) brain.

Part of it is distance (we're currently four hours away from each other), part of it is that we're both recently out of pretty serious relationships, and part of it is because it just feels completely insane to have feelings like this for someone who I've spent so little time with...

From the little you vented, it sounds like you're overwhelmed - these are pretty much my words exactly whenever school, motherhood or just life in general feel like they're closing in on me.

I'm so sorry for your loss and the hurricane of feelings that come with this situation. All of my condolences / hugs / tubs of comfort food.

This is going to sound like horrible advice, but: Don't worry about them.

I'm going as a wombat. I'll probably be called a bear more often than not (especially since I repurposed a bear costume because who the hell has the time to make a wombat costume from scratch?) but I'm hoping the addition of a carrot and a poorly done Aussie accent will steer people in the right direction.

This is…

Okay ladies (and gents) I need some help / feedback / input / I don't know what. I'm having a... I don't even know what to call it. Crisis of the heart? Situation in which logic isn't working? Being a hot mess? All of the above, I guess. If you have a chance, can you read this through and help me make some sense of…

Such a good series & James Nesbitt is creepy perfection. I had nightmares about him coming to my front door and asking for tea.

I didn't know she kicked him to the curb, but I'm glad to hear it.

WHO the hell would cheat on Mary "If I could have an imaginary friend as an adult it would totally be her" McCormack? I... am having a very hard time understanding this.

This. All of this.

Goodness help me, but I want to give her the benefit of the doubt. It's so close to 'existing' names like Anabelle and Arabella that I almost can.

I know. It's awful.

I'm sorry in advance for this post.

It's like Regretsy... for cats!

True, though I love that her character efficiently handles the situation via the "If you found your husband purchased a necklace" conversation with Alan Rickman immediately after the concert.

YES. That, and the story line with Laura Linney's character.