betawriter2
betawriter
betawriter2

The only upside to this entire debacle is that as An Old, I now know what wax and dab are.

My heart goes out to you. I am so sorry for your loss.

I’m thinking that as well. Kid’s only 18 - there’s plenty of time for the family to bury all of this on the 3rd or 4th page of Google searches by the time he reaches a professional career age if they get the right SEO guy to handle it for them. It’s not rocket surgery, c’mon.

I would love to hear about prom night! I love teen age adventure stories - they are the best, now that we’ve all lived through them.

My husband and I tell each other stories of what we used to do as kids that I’m positive our parents know nothing about. Stuff like when he was 12 he and his friends hopped a train (a train track ran through their back yards in suburban Indiana) and he almost didn’t make it and fell off the train car and bumped his

What’s left over gets taken home by the students and employees who help put on the show. Don’t worry - nothing goes to waste, including the towels. ;)

A long time ago when I worked for the campus college entertainment committee, we would have to call and get the alcohol crossed off the concert riders, or all entertainment riders, comedians, etc. It was prohibited to use the college entertainment fund to buy alcohol - but the entertainers could bring in all the

When I was in college (many moons ago) and worked on the concert committee, I got to play basketball with Naughty by Nature once, and that was fun.

Oooooohhh...rainBOW. You’re making me realize that the canister of rando Similac I once got in the mail maybe came from an extreme couponer who typed in an address wrong, rather than my hospital stay for a pulmonary embolism that a big data collector thought perhaps was a pregnancy stay (which I always thought was

My guess is some sorority sister found the design somewhere and no one had the Adobe CC skills to change it, so when the university said ‘no’ to the design, that’s when they were all like ‘forget it, we’re going with it anyway’ since they had no plan B. In my head that is how this is all going down at least.

Wait, what, Widespread Panic is still around? When I went to UNCW from 1992 - 1996 that was *the* jam band that toured and was cheaper than Phish to see, so it’s crazy to me that they’re still popular. Some things never change I guess.

I also make over 100K per year, and so does my husband (hooray for being in software dev), and we support him - and higher taxes for us. Some people are, ‘how can you want higher taxes?’, and it’s honestly not that much of a hit we’re taking, like $200/month maybe? We’re incredibly fortunate to make what we make, so

Here here **clinks glass**

Once you’ve had Behcets in the flare stage for awhile, you get used to it, much like anything else. The way I see it, it’s better than fibro because I get skin lesions and eye problems and pulmonary embolisms, so no one thinks I’m making anything up.

Hey me too! I have Behcets Disease, which revs up my immune system to warp speed. You?

Two pill a day Norco user for five years due to chronic pain issues here. I hear you, skepticon, I hear you. So sorry you’re in pain too.

Oh honey, 2005? You haven’t made it yet to the re-marriage wedding years, have you? Those are coming, believe me, right around when you hit your early-to-mid-40s. Then the women who didn’t get the princess weddings the first time around do it the second time and it is a *spectacle*.

REI and other online sites make waterproof backpack covers for a very reasonable price. Plus, they’re very compact since they’re meant for backpacking, so they won’t take up much room in your backpack, or you can clip them to the outside of your backpack in case it looks like rain. And, because they’re made of...crap,

That’s when, if you’re behind them, you grab it and “accidentally” shove it or push it downwards or make them aware that they are invading others’ personal space with it. It tends to work a charm. Especially if it’s crowded and they can’t figure out who in the crowd has messed with their precious stupid umbrella /