I top my hot chocolate with them and it’s great.

I don’t like baseball or beer and even I think this is so, so wrong.

You forgot to mention in your otherwise accurate depiction of the future that in 2020 the text on the candy hearts will be in Russian.

I have a family member who got married on NYE and since it was not a first marriage for either party it was just a ceremony and then hanging out at her house. There was some wine and a cheese-n-cracker plate, and she wanted everyone to stay until midnight to toast the new year, even though it was snowing and some of…

One of my favorite after school snacks as a kid was leftover frybread heated up in the toaster and slathered with homemade jam. 

Same. 

Someone once said that being married to a man is like constantly living with a new roommate who doesn’t know anything about how the house is run or where anything is kept and it’s the fucking truest thing. 

My locally-owned gym didn’t close but was bought by the same corporation that owned the hotel next door, and they immediately embarked on a fancy remodel of the place, which made me really suspicious that they were going to pay for it by passing the cost onto us. Sure enough—once it was done they changed the…

We had a guy in our friend group who refused to tip at all, until we eventually told him that he was no longer welcome to go out for meals with us unless he tipped, because we were all tired of picking up the slack money-wise. It went better than we thought—not big blow up or anything. He just agreed to start tipping.…

Pratt Chris is the worst Marvel Chris.

I ate there last summer, and came here to recommend it. We got a plate of steak, potatoes, mushrooms, and asparagus to go under the cheese and everything was flavorful and perfectly seasoned—it would have been a good meal even before they added the cheese. The cheese made it amazing.

Alexa, show me the luckiest woman in the world

I’m with you guys. I hate humidity and mosquitoes, so I hate summer. Winter forever!

At my workplace you earn half a day of PTO every month starting in your second year of employment (none in the first year). I come to work no matter what. If they want me to stay home and not get everyone else sick they need to change their fucking policy.

As a long-legged person who has to spend economy class trips with my kneecaps pressing painfully into the seat in front of me, I appreciate the few more inches of leg room in the more expensive seats, and will pay for them (within reason).

I once agreed to swap seats so a mother and toddler could sit together. The three of us (mother, flight attendant, me) had a logistical discussion about it in which the flight attendant explained that the mother and child were disembarking at the first stop, and at that time I would move back to my original seat for…

Yeah, I’m wondering which airlines this works on. Not any I’ve ever flown. 

I’m still working on my chainmail dress. One step at a time geez.

Our grill is connected to the natural gas line. This has been particularly handy this year when we are muddling through a kitchen remodel at the worst time of year to do so (not my choice).

Our summer has started earlier and earlier every year, and it extends later and later every year. I’m grateful for what little winter we have left, and will surely bask in the memories of it once we’re all living in a Mad Max Fury Road wasteland.