I once drove around with two lawn chairs set up in the back of my van for THREE WEEKS because I couldn’t figure out how to fold the fucking things back up, and I was all out of fucks to give that they were hanging out back there. I wonder if this tent thing would fit in the back of my van, without collapsing it?

Oh, honey, please stop reading it. Your head will literally explode before it makes sense. The man is incapable of putting together a coherent thought that moves in a straight line from A to B.

You know, that $12 health insurance where your benefits include two aspirin and three bandaids a year? (Note: they’re the tiny bandaids. The ones that nobody uses. And there is no antibiotic ointment included.)

I enjoy shooting; I’m an Army brat and we’ve always had long guns and handguns in the house. We’ve always kept the handguns locked, and we’ve always kept all ammunition locked, even now that our girls are out of the house. I shoot skeet, and also shoot 4-5 times a month with my handgun. It was an activity I always did…

No. Wait. What? Are you fucking serious?

There’s a HUGE difference between staying with someone with whom you have philosophical differences on politics and staying with someone who you honestly think - from the description in the letter - is an asshole. Anyone who is far enough down the rabbit hole to use “libtard” in a sentence is too far gone to fix.

Thank you, fellow nerd, for beating me to that correction. (If I’ve falsely inflated your nerdiness, then my apologies, and please carry on as you were.) (I’d like to point out - completely unnecessarily - that autocorrect changed “apologies” to “Apollonius” and I seriously debated keeping it that way.)

There is a strange satisfaction (admittedly, maybe only for me) to having an extra toilet in case one breaks or gets obstructed, etc. We have three - definite overkill with the girls having moved out - but I’d still want two if/when we downsize.

I travel for work and I’m normally gone 75-90% of the time. I’ve been home for three straight weeks, in a 2200 square foot house (although, since our kids have moved out, we really should downsize, but it’s just SUCH a pain to move). If we had less space, though, I may have ended up killing my husband recently. He’s…

True story related to your discussion of moving garbage: we ended up PAYING someone to move our garbage (kind of). On the first of our employer-sponsored moves, the movers moved everything. Including the trash cans. The HALF-FULL trash cans. I had emptied the kitchen trash, but three bathroom trash cans were moved, …

I personally think Jamie will kill Cersei. In the books, he’s much further along in his redemption arc and completely skeeved by Cersei, even by the end of book 5 (since the books aren’t as far along as the series). I think they’ve slowed his change of heart in the series to play it out more slowly, but remember that…

I’m 47. I’m not sure if it’s an age thing - I knew what cross-faded was - or a handwriting/spelling thing. After all, I though “8 hoe pics for Instagram” said “SHOE pics for Instagram.”

Guessing 16-17. She appears old enough to drive (“go to Flagstaff”) but is oddly naive and innocent (picnic/giraffe/balloon/etc). The handwriting looks very young, but my 24-year-old (and all of her friends) write like that, so it’s not a good indicator. (My 23-writes like her brain works faster than her hand (which…

Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.

I got a new tattoo last week (“Nevertheless, she persisted”) on my right wrist and dreamed last night that it disappeared. I was very distressed and for some insane reason kept looking for it on my left ankle. Apparently, feminism itself was dependent on the reappearance of that ink. WTF, seriously? Like I don’t have…

My husband is convinced I’m going to drown while pool-napping. I float and read (I use an extra fancy waterproof Kindle cover - AKA a Ziplock freezer bag LOL) and then when I get drowsy I put my Kindle down under the deck chair and float and nap. He always wants me to hook my heel over the side in the shallow end…

My youngest daughter is 23, 5'6" and 112 pounds; she has the same problem. You might consider seeing a nutritionist for one session for food suggestions, but you need to figure out your minimum daily calories and then keep a record of what you eat to be sure you get more than that. Add proteins and healthy fats…

As requested, here is a picture of my 12-week-old Golden Retriever puppy, Jamie. He is roly-poly and funny and uncoordinated and fuzzy and literally the BEST THING EVER. Jamie weighs 24 pounds; our (adult) Chihuahua is teaching him how to play tug-of-war, which is hysterical since the Chi weighs less than 5 pounds.

Don’t feel bad. I have seen all of the Twilight movies. And I liked them; I just try not to think about the creepy stalker subplot. I know they’re ridiculous and mindless and juvenile. I don’t even care. I’m a good person, dammit!

an argumentative husband and wife trying to set up a tent.