Agreed. You can tell when we have an influx of high school interns by the way the women’s bathroom is left. They don’t pick up their blood soaked toilet paper and leave the seat full of blood and piss. Seriously, fifteen years old and you don’t know how to wipe and clean after yourself?!?!?

I would eat it. I would end up spending the rest of the afternoon on the toilet, but I would eat it.

Great read. I was once married before and my late husband and I did plan a little celebration dinner with just the immediate family because we both hate being center of attention. My parents, the other hand, wanted a hug celebration with their parents, siblings, their kids, their aunts, uncles and kids, their…

Hell. I’m tempted to pretend like I was getting married again for the cake samples (which was the best part of planning a wedding).

When I was a kid, my mom used to keep fresh jalapeños in her purse so both my mom and dad would take bites with their big macs when we would go to McDonald’s. The funny part is that my parents weren’t the only ones (this McDonald’s was in a Mexican neighborhood). So that specific location started offering pickled…

I know! I clench just thinking about that: the pain shoving it in and the pain pulling it out. *shutters*

My mother, sisters and SIL dye their hair, but I don’t. I had my first gray hair in my late 20s and didn’t make a big deal about it. Then a traumatic even happened in my life and have been going gray since. A lot of people say that they don’t notice it (I’m a dark brunette and have a few very white strands at the top t…

Agreed with the menstrual cup. Since I got mine, I haven’t bought a pack of tampons or pads for myself. Then I got an IUD and hardly use my cup.

In an online craft community I’m in, I’ve seen people post about making (knit or crochet) tampons with cotton yarn, the kind that you use to make dish towels with. Still, that’s a hard no.

Thanks for listening. I live in a big city, so I do have options, but the availability of therapists that work evenings and weekends are harder to find than those covered by my insurance. I have asked my primary healthcare provider if there are any other places that she refers (had a previous therapist from that…

I honestly have given up on life, but not to the point of wearing those shoes with sweats in public. Also, I’m not a fan of KFC, so not OK.

Exactly! I’ve had a former friend that would berate others for reducing or even consider quitting drinking. She ended up losing her job because she failed a drug test, so there you have it.

“TL;DR— this shit is hard enough to talk about without also worrying about: 1). whether all your info is totally private, 2.) that you’re gonna have to start all over again with someone else soon, or 3.) figuring out how in the hell you’re gonna pay for it.”

“Some of their dessert fails are funny. Others pose a danger both to glassware and to actual humans, like making white strawberries by soaking them in bleach.”

When my husband was alive, we would buy fancy cheeses, meats, dried fruits, olives, etc and just have our own charcuterie board at home with wine or cocktails when we didn’t feel like cooking. I miss that a lot.

Good idea! I’m not a vegetarian (but should consider it due to cholesterol levels) and my boyfriend doesn’t eat vegetables. The lentils would make a good compromise for both of us.

I would stuff my shells with ricotta, basil, and spinach and cover them in a marinara sauce. I think my non-veg boyfriend would love these.

I’ve seen those in grocery stores and convenient stores in Chicago.

Eating six donuts seems more satisfying than drinking 20 oz of pop (yes, I’m a Midwesterner).

Why would someone do that.... at their desk..... at WORK of all places?!?!?!?