I was just going to say that as a lifelong Michigander, I can tell you this happens as well. I even had that happen to me in Italy, of all places. An older couple overheard a few of us talking on a study abroad trip, and they said, “Those accents! You’ve gotta be from Michigan!”

Last year there was a strange turn of events where three people out of my close-knit group of four received the jury duty questionnaire within three weeks of each other. We all filled them out and returned them. Two of them got called in (both ultimately ended up excused, but they still had to take a morning off to go…

Oh, hell no. He will never get his physical at the Naval Hospital.

It didn’t really matter if he looked at Obama’s crowds or Bernie’s crowds. There were several reports I saw from his rallies pre-election where he would say, “Look at this crowd! Tremendous crowd! We had to turn people away! Don’t believe what the media says!”

Since all of the visual weight is on the bottom it would have been nice to have a liiiittle pop on the lip. I am, however, quite glad they didn’t try to thrust a huge necklace or something in order to do that, like others would have attempted.

Ha! I had also wrote that then pressed “publish” and realized I had wrapped a spatula for the last little bit of my mom’s gift because it was ginormous and pretty expensive for a spatula (it’s made for lifting two cookies at once. It’s so large my brother called it “The Cookie Dustpan” when we baked that evening)

Relating loosely to your last paragraph: on January 1 Michigan drastically raised the gas tax in an effort to raise more money to fix our dreadful roads and bridges. One of the people I saw bitchin’ the loudest on my Facebook used to (or may still) work in road construction.

I’ve been screaming this since the first “Gonna build a wall” moment. Trump’s very core will be screaming the loudest when a three-pack of white tanks they buy from Walmart now costs over $20.

I wish this was true, even for just a day.

This gif has been on my head, playing over and over and over again, since “We’re totally going for Planned Parenthood, y’all” news broke.

Right! And I can’t even think about what kind of B-plot you would have in a movie like Rogue One.

I don’t know why she thought that wasn’t okay. To me, that’s what should be in stockings. Candy and small items that wouldn’t necessarily make a great gift but are essentials you don’t necessarily want to buy yourself: measuring spoons, bottles of hand soap, small flashlights, etc. No one wants to unwrap salad tongs,…

It’s true, I guess. I just never really thought of them as ~classy~ names.

Wait, are you serious? I grew up in a tiny midwestern farming town, extremely hick and poor, and in my graduating class of 50 we had six Ashleys and two Brandons, born in the mid-80s.

I just keep saying “Why aren’t we talking extensively about HANS ZIMMER, everyone?!”

I also informed my mother of this at Christmas. In my stocking she left me a pack of feminine-branded razorblades for my feminine-branded razor I bought ages ago.

That, or the one I’ve personally seen more frequently: “it’s complicated” goes up. Two weeks later the relationship status is back to “in a relationship”, accompanied by a post about how the significant other cheated on him/her, but they talked it over and they’re back on, stronger and better than ever!

My thoughts exactly.

Nope! And I use a LOT of coconut oil (I like the way it feels on my skin with the hot water; so slick!). Been doing this basically every weekend for two-ish years and I’ve never had my tub clog.

Seconding on “skin is weird”. You can wax me with the scalding hot and heavy-duty stuff, dose my face in lemon juice, scrub with salt...but I am so allergic to bandage adhesives. If I leave a bandaid on longer than a day my skin melts away and comes off with the bandaid. Literally.