Colorado Springs. Checks out. 

Portland is where I first learned about redlining, and specifically in the Albina area.
I’m still curious about the blocks of houses that were demolished west of I-5 in the last decade to put in blocks of condos...

Sure, Kanye.

That’s a load of shit. I don’t care how much fentanyl he had in his system. He was alive until a cop knelt on his neck.
Fuck off with your false narrative.

Better than nothing, I guess...

My ex-husband had a weird phobia about his belly button for this very reason! (logically, he knew it wouldn’t happen, but said the feeling was real)

We brought home a rescue dog who was identified as a Kelpie mix, and out of curiosity did the Wisdom panel.
She has 17 distinct breeds, including coyote! And just a little bit of Kelpie even though she looks and acts just like they’re described. 

Reporting back! I have to admit, this post made me curious, so I just swabbed by bellybutton (innie) with some alcohol.
Clean as a whistle.
But then I felt compelled to put some lotion in there, because alcohol is drying!

Right? I’m 56 and have never cleaned my belly button (the way this article describes), and have had zero problems. 

Lorazepam.

I got sick of that Kate Bush song being overplayed the first time around. But the Cramps!?! That I can get behind. 

They sure do! 

A clean house isn’t worth the price of not having pets or kids to me. YMMV

That is solid advice!
Interestingly, I was a terrible slob before I had kids. Realizing that small children will put anything laying around into their mouths was what finally made me straighten up my act.
I still dream of a cleaning service, though.

Truly the worst thing that ever happened to society. 

Compost instead of using it. 

Dad, is that you?

Yes.

Just had to comment that my neighbor’s dog (and my dog’s best friend) is named Funkhouser!

You got that half right.