He was on his phone at the table, meaning he was probably ignoring everyone else too. If he had been super friendly to everyone else there and specifically gave her the cold should, then *maybe* she’d have a leg to stand on (even then, is it really the end of the world that he’s not attracted to her or interested in…

Ya I think it’s a joke intended to make fun of herself with the physical descriptions, but why she would single someone out by name and attribute this pretty horrible thought process to them... it seems thoughtless and mean-spirited, and a total asshole move. And she’s publishing this on her own platform! She’s ugly…

I read that exchange as Lena (who was wearing a tux) kept getting a vibe that this guy was like “Do I want to fuck her? Nah, I don’t. I’m going to not even bother talking to her.”

While none of this is a surprise, it is a fucking joy to read. I was working for a not-as-prominent newspaper in Chicago when Mariotti was there and enjoying his heyday. While I mostly watched his peacock strutting from the sidelines, I did "enjoy" one night on the town with him and another sports writer who was an…

When tiger the cat died at the ripe old age of 19, my parents cremated him and they keep him under the bed. They won't bury him in the backyard because 1) the neighbors hated the cat because he used to sit on their roof and peer at them and leave dead mice on the side of their house and 2) my parents, who are 65,…

We buried all of my childhood rabbits and pet mice/hamster/birds/etc in our backyard. The labrador is in a cardboard box on the mantle, though. She was too special to bury and leave behind when/if we move. When I die, hopefully far down the line, I'd like her ashes to be buried with mine.

The vet did a clay paw imprint of my dog and it brought me a lot of comfort. I would put my fingers in it when I was feeling really sad.

I thought that too when my kitty was 14 . . . she is now almost 20. I admit to checking on her when she sleeps, wondering if this is 'it'. Nope. Darn cat is going to live forever. She has already lived longer at home than one of the kids. Maybe she'll outlive us? What will she do then??

Mr Peaches, my best friend for 16 years, is buried outside the window where he used to sleep in the sun, tucked into his favorite basket. When my pipes had to be replaced, i told the plumbers where they would find him. They dug him up, kept him safe thru the repair, and reburied him for me. Nine years gone, and he is…

My first cat died essentially of old age at home, the day I was going to put him to sleep. Had him from my early 20s to late 30s, such a constant in my life. Since I lived in an apartment w/no yard I brought his little body into the vet, wrapped in a blanket, and let them dispose of him. I don't know why I didn't do…

When one of my rats passed away I had the vet dispose of her body, but I asked them to make a clay pawprint impression. I remember driving home, bawling of course, and then kind of giggling because the clay pawprint looked like a coaster and I was going to be an old lady with a lot of rat coasters someday.

Haha, the nickname for my mom's backyard is "Pet Cemetary". It's the home she grew up in too so pets have been getting buried there for nearly 50 years. Altogether there are probably about twenty pets buried back there. Three dogs, three cats, eight guinea pigs, a ferret, a rabbit, a gerbil, a bird, and a pet shop…

My beloved kitty died at 16 in October. He showed his age rather suddenly and while I hadn't considered it much before (probably because I was in denial about him ever dying), I knew right away I wanted him cremated. I had him put to sleep and he died at home in my arms. The vet returned a few days later with a box…

My parents buried their last dog when he died. 8 years later their new dog found a stick and was running around the yard with it. Oh, and by stick I mean dog femur.

I had my cantakerous old diva kitty Tilly cremated when she died a couple of years ago (Miss Tilly was "Tortitude" personified). She came back in a white tin box with a ribbon around it like she was a gift wrapped box of perfume. Her Dillards-worthy beribboned box is on my mantel behind an elegant statue of Bastet. …

We cremated my first pup just recently after we had to euthanize and his box is sitting on my shelf on top of his favorite blanket.

I had my cat— my first and only childhood pet, minus a few goldfish— cremated, and I kept her ashes. They're in a small wooden box engraved with her name and the dates, and it sits on my bookshelf with her picture and one of her toys. It's not shrinelike or anything, but it's there, and I am happy to have it. I…

My dear dog died in September, and I had her cremated and her ashes returned to me in a metal box. I spread some in her favorite places (beach, gopher-filled field) but still had some left when I was invaded by mice through an honest-to-God mouse hole that looked just the one in like every Tom and Jerry cartoon ever…

Obvs different, and I have some uncertainty as to whether I would do this after the (are we sure it's inevitable?) death of my beloved Border collie- but my friend had her rabbit skinned after its death, and she has a nice little piece of its fur by her bed. It is soft and pretty and she pets it sometimes... I know I…