That's a nice sentiment, but my mom died when I was fifteen, and my dad is honestly kind of useless as a parent - he used to forget to pick me up from my mall job, I'd never entrust him with actual childcare responsibilities. My MIL lives an hour away, and my FIL passed away this summer unexpectedly. If I HAD kids,…

... what if I grow those too? ~_~

I hear ya. I was sort of forced into getting used to them; we moved in with my (future) inlaws when then-boyfriend got a job near them. It made sense financially and I was ok with their dogs. However, then his sister's house turned out to have black mold in it so SHE moved in too during the remodel... along with a…

I'd be less worried about the person liking the animal than the animal liking the person. My cat refused to come near an old friend of mine and at the time I thought maybe it was just because he smokes or talks a little more loudly than he's used to. Turns out, the old friend is secretly a passive aggressive…

Maybe consider that the people with life management issues have something ELSE going on that makes that seem like 'the' problem when it's really a sign of a different problem, i.e. depression or anxiety disorders. I used to think I was just lazy until this year's mental breakdown (long story); it was incredibly…

Sure, in winter, but in summer they're either going to degrade quickly (banana peels are a matter of days), or get eaten by birds etc. I actually toss cores into my yard and they never last long. /shrug (also, ravens LOVE apple cores...) - I do agree about buses full of kids though. I meant more like if it's just 1-2…

Either when I want to take a bath, or when I notice that there is a 'build up' around the area where we stand for showers... Yeah, I'm gross, but I think Lordfortuna has cleaned it maybe twice the whole time I've known him... he's got dirt blindness from growing up on a farm =/

I love you.

You were in the right. Gilmore Girls is awwwweesommmmeeeee (no apologies for extra letters here, damn it).

I've been with Lordfortuna almost ten years, married five, and I STILL cringe when he drives my car. He's not a bad driver, but it doesn't matter when he's in control of my baby. Same with my computers, now that I think about it...

I went on two dates with an EMT I met through Match.com. The first was ok, although he openly wondered if I wore men's cargo shorts because I didn't like my legs (which was true, but not the only reason). The second date, we played Halo, and I was way better than he was. I never really heard from him again after that.

I'm not going to lie, if I could convince my (dead) mother to do that, I would, because I hate that job. She'd just have yelled at me though. In my defense, I have a back injury so it's annoyingly painful.

I was afraid of dogs until I met my husband and spent time with the farm dogs he grew up with. When you don't have a chance to learn 'dog language', they can be terrifying compared to cats. Loud, often smelly, long claws and big teeth, and drooling are a lot to get used to. It's even worse when their owners haven't…

I lived with my dad until I was 25, but my mom died when I was fifteen and he had no one else local other than superficially (sisters both lived in IN at the time). Also obviously I was in high school, so I just kinda... stayed. He drove charter bus trips and sometimes was gone for weeks at a time, so it was more like…

Hey Ben, can you call her 'my wife' a few more times? Why the reluctance to use her name?

I think an exception should be made for apple cores/banana peels though... especially on a long road trip, both are awful to haul around for potentially hours because they make things sticky >.< (although, if you have a 'car trash bag' already, you have no excuse.

Occasionally I wonder what his wife thinks, but then I reason that she's either totally down, or else she lives in a sub-basement and hasn't seen the sun in years. I'm hoping it's the first one.

*sheepishly raises hand* but only if I get the recording rights.

Peppers are good. Wasabi is like... the green putty that exists as avocado. Plus Horse-radish. It all equals out to a disgusting muck that might be good for lubricating leather goods (like saddles) except we all know the horses would revolt once it touched their skins.

I feel bad for them, Son. 99 problems, but Sugar ain't one.