I wasn’t attacking your comment; there was no need to be so defensive. You told me what to do if I was considering this route so I said why I’m not. Have a good Thanksgiving.

I wonder if they’re really going to police that one bag thing. I picture a lot of people trying to fudge that. Also, don’t families with baby equipment (strollers, etc.) get an exception to the two-bag rule? Do they still get that with “basic economy”?

I think self-medicating is one of the reasons we’re seeing so much “air-rage.” People have to get hammered to fly and some people are violent drunks. I’m really glad I’m a happy drunk or I’d be one of these people getting flights diverted.

I live in a low-crime area and I’m not going to go to elaborate lengths to avoid burglarization (jockeying two cars around my narrow driveway and 1-car garage is my idea of elaborate. It annoys me off that I have to park on the street to take out my garbage cans). That’s pretty much the way I feel about safety in…

Prob still gonna park it in the garage rather than scrape ice in the AM.

Just this weekend I was wondering if using my garage for its intended purpose makes my house look like an empty target.

Who decides to represent themselves in a triple homicide citing they do not have to follow the “ law”.?

Yorkshire is on my international travel bucket list.

Bloated After School Special.

Especially when half the time, they vanish the second I ask if they want to meet. Seriously, just happened again. Why the fuck are these people even on dating sites?

Furniture for the shit-ton of empty rooms in the house they can now afford.

I don’t mind after the first date either. After a few, it can be quite confounding. Especially when the other party was acting like they were into it.

If I was expected to answer every message I get on an online dating site, I’d never have time to do anything else. I know that sounds like a humblebrag, but 1) it’s true and 2) I can’t get a boyfriend to save my life so let me have this one.

Dealing with this now and yeah, the uncertainty is the worst. Rational Me knows “he doesn’t like you; move on.” Wishful Thinking says “maybe he’s as into you as you are him but is too shy/insecure to show it.” I wish that dumb bitch Wishful Thinking would shut her dumbass mouth.

Yeah, I wish we could strike a balance somewhere between “oh, you have the sniffles? Here’s some tetracyline!” and “oh, you stabbed a hole in your hand when the avocado slipped? Drink some apple cider vinegar!”*

I hate the noise of leaf blowers almost as much as the thump-thump-thump of a distant neighbor’s loud, shitty music. (Why do people who play their music too damn loud never play Simon & Garfunkel or Loreena McKennitt? It’s always some shit I don’t want to hear.)

Who’d do that? The same people who have leftover cake. (I don’t know any of these people and don’t care to.)

Details like this are why I often use Christian movie review websites before seeing a movie. I don’t care about the breakdown of how many drinks are consumed or that “fuck” is said 17 times, but their specificity is useful in determining if I can handle the level of violence. I think even that might be too much for…

I loved A Single Man but I stay far away from graphic violence, no matter how good the movie might be. It upsets me too much and life is hard enough without subjecting myself to distressing “entertainment.”

A really good way to not have racist slurs slip out of your mouth when angry is to not be in the habit of using them. It only recently dawned on me that as foul-mouthed as both my parents were, ensuring that I am too, racial, ethnic, and homophobic slurs were not used in my home, never entered my lexicon, and I…