My mother is in her sixties. She thinks Macklemore is a treasure. This world we live in keeps throwing me for a loop. Heh.

Thank you! I love trying new things, but I like to have a testimony first. ;)

You surprised a laugh right out of me, and it hurt the bone in the middle of my chest I laughed so hard. You know, the sterno.

It sounds weird and fucking awesome. I am on amazon right now looking at all of the bacon coconut diversity. Which one did you get? A whole new world has opened up for me. (I love bacon, but my tummy doesn’t love it)

Oh. *sniff* Santa put something in my eye. Stoopit Santa. *sniff*

One of the Colts was a substitute teacher at my junior high in a teeny town in California when I was a kid. I couldn’t tell you which one, but the sportsball enthusiasts in my class were very impressed. He was very nice and extremely handsome. :)

*wipes tears*

I think I’d rather work in corporate collections than personal collections. Strike that, I’d definitely rather work in corporate collections. You might get the occasional loon in corporate, but you’re definitely going to rage-stroke in personal on a relatively daily basis. Not to mention the desperate people in dire…

I don’t understand your parents’ friends, honestly, that sounds like a difficult and rewarding job that is helpful to people and super respectable. Of course, I come from a family that values work and measures success by one’s ability to pay the bills and be relatively content in one’s job. Silly fuckers. ;) Your job…

It also doesn’t apply to floor installation or appliance delivery to your second home in Washington. (I worked in a Home Depot in WA, and OR residents were always trying this out on me. Yes: building materials etc could be tax-free for you if you register, No: flooring installation to your Seattle home will not be…

That’s how I got MY first highschool boyfriend, actually. (I played a Drow Druid, I know, impossible, but I had a real loose DM—the highschool boyfriend was a centaur, so dreamy!)

“the Lord’s confetti”
*snort*

Your two-year old niece is the red panda of humans. So cute!

Well, now I don’t know how to feel about your story, as you were completely reasonable and apologetic. How am I going to be angry at you now? *hurumph* (On behalf of retail workers everywhere: Thank You)

I worked at the Service Desk of Home Depot for 3 years. Much respect, fellow drone. *pounds chest with fist in solidarity against the managerteriat*

This sounds wonderful, and is a thing I would try. AT HOME! (Which, I know, you were suggesting, wasn’t yelling at you)

That is the silliest thing I’ve ever heard of, and I grew up in Southern California with a chef for a dad. I’ve heard a lot of ridiculous food things. Fuck right off with the turmeric steeping, seriously.

I *do* like the fake cheese kind (it melts so smoooothly), and I wish we had ordered that!
I can’t imagine anyone having problems with the spice level at Chi-Chi’s, that just blows my mind. For a Southern Californian, I have a dismally low tolerance for heat, and I still bitched and moaned about that meal. Clearly, as…

GAH! Chi-chi’s! *shakes puny fist into the air*
I have to tell a brief story that is apropos of nothing, but you reminded me of this:
My family is from Southern California and we know what Mexican food is supposed to taste like. We are Anglo, but our soul food is Mexican, if that makes sense.
When my husband was…