JFC, she needed to have her teeth kicked in.

Infuriating! That does nothing but reaffirm my belief some people get involved in education specifically because they despise children.

Maybe a compromise between Marie Kondo black, white, beige linen minimalism and mindless consumption? Maybe see if you can find an upscale consignment store in your city and spend your money on a very few beautiful pieces that you might not otherwise be able to afford, and doing good for the environment by upcycling.

I have a friend who was in the Marine Corps back in the day, and for a few years after he got out he was of the opinion that he should never have more clothes than he could pack in his duffel bag. Fast forward to today and he’s got far more clothing than I have. Mostly suits and dress shirts and things. He’s in…

Yeah I think I’m heading in that direction. I was into going gray ‘gracefully’ lol, but fuck this shit I am not old enough for it. I’ve used brown henna before, and that looked pretty good and didn’t feel like a toxic soup. I’ll have to try that again. 

Oh my god those sound and look incredible. I tried making brioche once and while it was delicious, it is quite the process. Also my kitchen aid struggled with the dough.

Shelter Cat Update!

Mr. Duck gets his second shot Tuesday. I’m planning on making sure he has plenty of vegan comfort food and painkiller, because he’s a big ol’ baby when it comes to pain/illness.

I am actually happy for you.

A lady who works in the cafeteria where I worked recently asked me how old I was, gave me a confused look when I sad 39, and said I thought you were 25!

It is crazy and frustrating but hopefully your country won’t throw in the towel at 36% vaccinated.

Yep, getting old sucks—I’ll take it over the alternative though. My hair started going grey in my 20s so that wasn’t a shock, and I’m doing okay physically, but I’m getting creakier, and I don’t recover as well, and my hands are turning into these knobby claws that can barely open a jar. Bleh.

Pffft. You’re just a wee thing. Forty. I remember forty. Back when I could still pass for twenty-five in poor light. (Seriously. This happened to me.)

I’ll jump in early! Happy birthday to me, an officially old lady now! I don’t really feel forty though, I think of myself more as 36, and I look younger than I am, so it was a pretty good birthday. I took the week off work and just did what I wanted, because we can’t go anywhere anyway. We went hiking and bought my…

It’s bullshit when it happens with grocery items, though. When you’re buying ingredients at the supermarket, you can control the portion you dole out — even though the per-unit cost at the supermarket might be the same, the per-serving cost is going up. Assuming you keep your home serving size the same, of course; I…

From what I can remember, it was choc. chip cookies. I rarely bought lunch as I always brought it, but you had to get in line right away to get a chance at a pair of them wrapped in Saran Wrap.  Otherwise it might have been soda which they introduced a soda machine or 2 my last year of high school (‘87).

Back in 1991-95, when I was in high school, I would regularly forgo lunch in school. I’d wait until 1:40, when school let out, and either walk the mile to Kipo’s Roast Beef and Subs (home of one of the best burgers in Wakefield, MA—not the best but Billy’s wasn’t really walking distance from Wakefield High.)

Brown-bagged it 99.9% of the time; for some reason, people seemed to go nuts for shitty school pizza (1x weekly, IIRC) & truly disappointing fries (damp & mealy, always, and available daily). I don’t remember there being vending machines of any sort, other than the cigarette machine that was removed at some point…

The chocolate chip cookies—the kitchen staff would bake them fresh every day and they were the perfect chewy chocolate chip cookie. Our school had early morning detention, where you had to get there an hour before school started and do trash pickup or help put books away in the library. If the woman who ran detention…