I came from more “looser” rules around head of the household. Some husbands were shit, but a lot weren’t asking this of their wives. It was simply a part of the religious culture that we were surrounded in.

NOTE::::: I come from evangelical Pentecostal Holy Ghost talking in tongues roots. My life experience is not standard.

I’ve used a hand mirror to look at mine to pop a giant zit on occasion. Does that count? ;)

LARP is more fun because it has zombies...

And, see, I find flowers a useless gift. They die, they smell, and they leave a mess everywhere. Food you can shove into one of your nephews’ little faces to make them stop screaming. A priceless gift ;)

You need to get in on it!

It’s women like her that give the rest of us a bad name throughout history. Jesus fuck.

It’s called LARP (live action roleplay). Get one that combines it with living history and dragons and you basically are going to be in-game weaving until your fingers bleed.

We make good money, and spend more on food then most people, but even we can’t afford 100% organic and ethically sourced food. And ya know what? Sometimes, I have $3 left in my bank account and I want french fries or chocolate or anything number of things that are probably horrible for the planet. My existence itself…

This is what I do. It’s not revolutionary or anything, and I fail often at even achieving this, but I keep trying:

1. Waste less food.
2. Buy meat from places I trust (i.e. I order a pig every year from a local farmer where I go and visit. I see their farm, their animals, and how they are looked after. I’ve done this…

yeah, looks like someone lost his mommy alright.

The same thing. Guys are drugging each other for “fun” and I wanted my kids to know this and to be aware. It has nothing really to do with rape and everything to do with people are assholes out there, don’t trust them, especially if you just met them.

I only wash a couple times a week because I prefer bathes over showers (so I only wash my hair in the shower), but my bangs are basically greasy on the days I don’t shower.

this still sounds fake to me.

My doctor got irrationally excited over my anal fissure after a horrific bout of Norovirus. And slightly disappointed it wasn’t infected.

True story: doctors and nurse love lancing shit.

Ya know what? Fuck her. She would have made it easier on her family if she did shoot herself and nobody else, least of all her fucking children.

JFC that’s gonna haunt my dreams.

Cabin Pressure fan?

“Please slide your insults under the flight deck door.”

We got married (second marriages both) at my husband’s parents home. 35 friends and family came, plus my dogs. It was a semi-potluck (mostly me outsourcing food items to people who asked if they could help), and loads of fun.