I’m a big treehugger, and I love washing dishes by hand, but it’s proven the dishwasher is more water efficient.

Especially when they have to beg the taxpayers for what little they do get.

Didn’t their parent’s grow up doing this?!

When I was much more frugal than I am now (dumb debt I got over the last few years) I was happy if I saved half. 75% of take home is a ton! I don’t count my 401K because I never see it, but I’m also poor, even with a grad degree, since I work in a field I’ll never make a lot of money in.

I don’t know what Venmo is, but I also just got my first smartphone yesterday. I’m still figuring it out. But we’ll make sure to tell the waitperson ahead of time that we’ll be having separate checks so we’re not splitting them at the end and having them try to divy it up. I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing.

Me too sister, me too!

I love everything from the Shakespeare Retold series and the poetry Redone on youtube...ahhh

I adore the Branagh version of Much Ado, although I do think Nathan Fillian’s Dogbert was quite inspired!

Yes! Deep Blue Sea...and probably the only time in his life he yelled in anger.

That’s a warm up for me, but I’m a heavy player. sounds like a more fun night than practically anything else. :)

I understand. Hugs again, poor kiddo.

OMG! At first I read that as she was pregnant at 12 (the step-mom) and after reading all those crazy things I just kept reading for a second. But for her to carry a gun...yikes! I want to give you both a hug now.

Good for you!! I’m high-fiving you from across the web.

How hard to deal with. Your sad too and your own person, I hope it’ll fade with time though.

I’ve never been to N.O. and I’m hoping to go in the fall, if I can before my flight home to meet my new niece/nephew so I’ll make sure to work it in if I can. :) Thanks so much!

Ah, yes, more greedy motives.

Ahh. When my Uncle died I was fifteen and his daughter was 10 or so, she kept going up the casket and touching him, kissing him, which weirded my mom out but we all knew it was part of the grieving process. He hadn’t died violently though so luckily there wasn’t any parts to give way. eek!

That is the best!!

You were only 5, let it go, or next time wear leather soled shoes. :) Those poor kiddos though... Hugs!

He had to be pretty close to the ground, those windows are tiny. :)