evilsciencechick
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evilsciencechick

My aunt Bonnie’s second wedding was a small affair in Lake Tahoe. Her cake was from a chain grocery store, which, since it was located Tahoe, did regular wedding cake business and had a pretty large bakery section. My aunt’s fiancé, Steve, picked up the cake the morning of the wedding and came back to the cabin we

I wanted a 3 tier square shape, small and simple. My ex husbands mother claimed to be the cake boss of the rural south and “could whip that up easy peasy.” She kept me up to date on cake progress and everything she was super stoked, and I bought the hype. Come the day of our wedding (April fools day actually) we get

I am made unreasonably happy about the shake story. Though I don’t personally work there, there’s a small, local ice cream shop down the road I get coffee at (weird, I know, but it’s cheap and pretty good) and there are just so many entitled kids there whose parents don’t do anything about. TThe worst one of these

Oh good. Europeans are randomly claiming land again. This will turn out well.

I stared at him for like a full minute before paying. I think I might have said something along the lines of “Are you fucking for real right now?”

I mean, I can be childish when it comes to exes, but I would totally send him a thank you note, and treat as any other gift. Make sure and let him know how grateful you and new Hubs are for his gift and how much you enjoy using it to make breakfast for each other.

Late to the game, but this story is gold.

As a proud member of Menstrual Cup Club, I am obligated to follow the first rule of Menstrual Cup Club, which is you always talk about Menstrual Cup Club.

I have not talked to anyone about this since it happened, actually... My ex and I are still very good friends. I was in his wedding to my OTHER best friend (whoooooole other drama pile). Anyway, when my wedding rolled around i had my OTHER best friend, his wife now, in my wedding but I didn’t have him in it. It just

Puh-lease. When my ex got married I only briefly turned my mind to that poor, poor girl and her impending sexual dissatisfaction. Then I went back to being awesome.

In my 20’s, I very briefly “dated” a guy I had been friends with in high school. I didn’t mean to, he just assumed we were dating after hanging out once with friends and didn’t get it (he also “dated” a lesbian for 2 years). He had invited me to a family BBQ and while it would have been fun, I knew it would confirm

CONSIDER IT DONE

Pretty much:

I can’t believe I’m about to type this:

Oh my god I can’t stop laughing at this comment

If you think about it, any story about food is the beginning of a poop story.

Love, that feeling of just not being able to get enough of a person, is a chemical reaction that’s been shown to dissipate as soon as you introduce stress factors in the environment. Love is great, but love isn’t going to get your through the tough stuff. Partnership will. I don’t care about love, I care about

Why is breaking up with someone because they can’t fathom being legally committed to you such a bad thing? I love the person I’m with, but part of that love, to me, is want each other to have the legal benefits of marriage. If it comes down to a point where that’s just not his thing, ever, I’m not sticking around.

I’m not going to catch any sympathy but here goes: My guy told me a million times he wanted to marry me and we even went ring shopping, got sized, everything. Then nothing, just years of dicking around. So I slowly descended into madness. When I got pregnant, I had a (let’s just say it was hormone-induced) meltdown