Yeah. I live in south Louisiana and men cooking is pretty common around here. My boyfriend's dad cooked, and now he does most of the cooking in our house. Which is a-okay with me. I was never much inclined to cooking and subsisted mostly on chicken breasts/salads/pastas/things from boxes, despite mom disapproval,…

I'm sad to say my boyfriend is an Adult Who Eats Bologna but he'll only buy it from the deli counter professionally sliced from a giant log of "premium deli" bologna, as if that makes it better somehow.

Yup.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but one of the creepiest things to me was how quickly grisly murder properties get back on the market. The murder in our house was only committed a year or so before we moved in (only four-ish years ago), enough time for police to close the case and the landlord to clean up and…

Yup, that'd be my old house. It happened maybe four-ish years ago? I read the police report during my digging including the statement of the dude who'd found the kid's head. I can't even imagine.

In hindsight we should have known something was up. Everything about the place was too good to be true. There wasn't even any set time period for the lease. He was totally cool renting to us month to month for almost no money and a very small deposit. I wonder if it was because he was used to people moving out…

That's interesting! I knew quite a bit about the boy who died in our house just because it was such a big case it was in the newspapers a lot so after I found out I went on a big internet binge and read all the horrifying details. My boss also still had the police report, and I got to read that, though I probably…

That's awesome. I grew up in a house that we used to joke was "haunted" because it was a historic home on the little island that we lived on and had been owned by the town's founder, Captain Cotter. Little weird things would happen here and there but they were mostly mischievous. I think my sister and I took the…

Murder houses! I lived in one a few years ago. I consider myself a skeptic, but I'm not doing that again. I was too late to post this the other day but Halloween is as good as any I suppose:

That clears it up a little. But I mean, I'm not just talking about meemaw after-church brunch... I've lived in Austin and New Orleans where brunch also caters to the mostly hungover crowd but I guess it must be more casual and a lot less drunk, because even when I was drinking Bloody Marys or eating Eggs Benedict and…

Yeah. I'm a little confused about this "No babies at brunch" thing. Maybe it's because I'm 30 and live in the south and lots of my friends have kids. But I see tons of people bringing babies to brunch. It's a baby-friendly time of day. Some people with young families I'd never see if it weren't for weekend brunches…

YESSS. I kinda bypassed the Goosebumps books, though, because I considered them a little too childish I went straight from Babysitter's Club to Fear Street because I was ready for some real horror.

See. This is just disappointing because both my cats think the Roomba is the devil, and videos like this set us up for false expectations.

Shoulda called a grocery store, like the local chain Rouses, in Louisiana. I've honestly never shopped at a stand alone liquor store the entire time I've lived in this state — I didn't even realize they existed actually — because liquor is available for sale at grocery stores, pharmacies and even gas station…

That's what I was gonna say... except the grocery store. Here in ol' Louisiana most people buy their liquor at the grocery store and I could probably get a fifth of jack for a couple bucks cheaper there. You can also get it at the pharmacy or even the gas station. I actually haven't seen many stores just devoted to…

When I was a kid in the late 80s/90s we used to trek to other neighborhoods for candy. Mostly because our small neighborhood didn't offer much and was bordered by busy streets, so mom would cart us down to the enclosed, well lit subdivision where it was easy to walk around for blocks and blocks and people decorated…

I would LOVE to have trick-or-treaters. I live in on a nice little street that borders a poor/mostly apartments and rental houses neighborhood. I buy candy and decorate every year in hopes of attracting trick-or-treaters but end up eating all the candy myself. SEND YOUR TRICK-OR-TREATERS TO ME, MEAN LADY. I barely…

That sucks... his family isn't that bad, although his mom is super evangelical Catholic and continues to hold out hope that someday she can do something that will bring us to the church. I was raised in the Presbyterian church and my family still active (though not me), so I think that reassures her as to why I do not…

It's not the ball scratching so much as the lengthy, open, absentminded ball scratching/fondling he does while sitting around. But like I said, mildly and sometimes irritating, but obviously not that bad. I'll ignore the troll bait.

I've been living with my dude for three years and we're thinking of finally getting married, if only to bring peace to his super Catholic mother. So I've already had moments where it crosses my mind that I've tethered myself to someone with sometimes irritating faults (ball scratcher, absentminded, impulsive with…