I've read a lot of gross stuff on the internet, but this made me feel like I need to retire to my fainting couch.

That cat is amazingly docile and comfortable with humans for a pet who's been roaming the wild for 13 years. I wonder he might have wander off and subsequently been adopted by someone else who thought he was a stray, only to jailbreak and return to his home.

I also got mine at 11. It was early enough that it kind of took my mom by surprise and I was pretty mortified. But once word got around I experienced a weird, minor celebrity that I still don't understand because other girls in my grade all wanted to know what it was like.

I got my first period at Girl Scout Space Camp. I thought I was dying, but then I remembered Judy Bloom and got my troop leader to buy me some maxi pads. Worst. Period. Ever.

I live in south Louisiana where it's hugely common to name your cat "Minou" which is basically the Cajun French word for "cat."

Oh God I miss breakfast tacos. I moved away from Texas to a state where breakfast tacos don't exist and I think it's why I don't eat breakfast anymore. My heart isn't in it.

My boyfriend loves breakfast and I do not, mostly because if I'm gonna do breakfast, I'm gonna fuckin' DO breakfast, like full-on eggs, toast, sausage or bacon, home fries, etc., which is a meal that requires a good newspaper to pour over and a lot of free time to digest and nap afterwards. During the week I am a…

Yeah. They have the same rules in the department where my mom works (surgery) but it's because they're scrubbing in and out all day and working on people's exposed innards.

I feel really bad for the real estate guy. Does anyone ever pick the houses he shows them? I feel like I can see a piece of his soul die every time someone decides to "Love it."

Yeah, it's a little awkward. I NEVER go by my full name. The only place it ever shows up is on legal documents. So, even though my name (Nikki) is a fairly common nickname for Nicole, good friends, coworkers, boyfriends, etc are always completely bewildered and weirded out when they learn Nicole is my real name, and…

Haha. My cousins are named Krystal and Jewel. My dad always made fun of their names for being stripper-y, but then my sister and I both took on the nicknames Nikki (Nicole) and Dani (Danielle). WHO'S GOT STRIPPER-Y DAUGHTERS NOW DAD?

Man, my mom got super into those books when I was a kid. Now I feel like I dodged a bullet.

My grandparents, God rest their souls, had a weird naming tradition going on. My grandpa was Norman and my grandma was Edna. They had a son and a daughter. Instead of going the whole junior route, they did decide to name their children after themselves but with a gender swap, naming my dad Edward and my aunt…

Yeah. I pretty much loved her cause I was a little white dark-haired brunette with bangs.

Yeah... I'm in Louisiana too. We can get Special Super Religious Married but we don't want to encourage people to live in sin by letting them get lazy de facto married.

I've done that too, referred to Mr. Swan as my husband, just because it's easier than explaining sometimes. Most people around here assume a woman my age is married anyway. People who know us know we're not, but with acquaintances, I don't really correct them. What does it matter unless they're going to do my taxes…

I guess I just feel that with pets, a home, car loans, and our 20s pretty much behind us, I am not a "girl" and he is not a "boy." So why are we girlfriend and boyfriend? Unfortunately no one is using manfriend and womanfriend yet, haha.

This is something I think about a lot, because I'm not married to my beau but we're both pushing 30 and have cohabitated for years, long enough to make our parents annoyed that we won't just get married already. Girlfriend/boyfriend sounds weird, casual and juvenile and doesn't convey the seriousness of our commitment…

Exactly. I hate myself for loving Rotel dip as much as I do. Put some ground beef or sausage in that shit too.

While I understand that attending county/city/parish council meetings could drive one to madness (I am a former newspaper reporter in a place where parish council meetings frequently stretched on to 11 p.m. or later due to crazy public comments/stupid debates/self-indulgent asshatery on the part of the council), if…