Catching up on This Is Us right now. Some of the plots I like more than others, but overall it’s worthy of my time.

This is long, but I know many of you on here are experienced dog owners, so I’m looking for advice. 3 weeks ago we adopted a 3-4 (maybe?) year old male beagle. He’s lovely, but we don’t really know much about his early years, and he was only recently neutered. So, the biggest problem we’ve had is marking in the house.…

Don’t give a flying hoot if this is TMI but I FINALLY GOT SOME YOU GUYS. AFTER LIKE 2 YEARS. I HAD FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT HOW TO USE MY LADYBITS, AND NOW I REMEMBER AND IT’S GLORIOUS. DO OTHER PPL KNOW ABOUT THIS????

Yes! *Wilderness Guide High Five.* We had backpackers who would hold it in so long that they’d poop their pants, bury them/leave them in the woods, and wear rain pants around like we wouldn’t notice. When you’re a little girl dreaming about your future, you don’t think you’re going to be going up to people some day…

I also have chronically grumpy bowels. After a while, you just don’t give a fuck anymore. I will poop in pretty much any public bathroom with very little compunction. Sorry folks, that’s what they’re there for and if my choices are to shit myself in public or pollute a strange bathroom, it’s really a no-brainer.

I worked as a wilderness guide in a rehab for young adults 18+ and most of our clients didn’t have wilderness experience and were somewhat unwillingly (at least, at first) backpacking around for weeks without showers and whatnot. Many of them were chill, but many were horrified, and I mean horrified, about shitting in…

Screw it, I’m not even gonna make a burner for this. I have no shame. Also I have more stories for this particular pissing contest because my line of work lends itself to it but I’ll stick to this one.

my dad is a big jerk. my mom was taking her engineering exam thing (PE exam or something???) and it was in SF. he drove her. as it was at 8am, and traffic into SF is hellish, they had to leave very early and loaded up the kids in the back of the car, seats down, blankets and pillows piled it. it was sort of fun. so…

Oh omg this just reminded me so vividly of my own similar experience: I was in college, watching a movie with this guy I was sort of seeing. Not a lot of comfort between us, yet, is what I mean. Still in the hiding our farts phase. But I really liked him. He lived in an old house with a bunch of housemates but they…

I once ripped one at work that was so foul that the owner thought there was something wrong with the plumbing and called in plumbers to try to figure it out. They were there for hours, and I never had the heart to fess up. God, I was an idiot.

It’s not a great story but one of my earliest memories was going to the library with my mom and seeing a man pooping in an alley. I told my mom because I was at the tattle telling asshole age and she said “Well that happens sometimes.” and we just kept walking.

I developed explosive food poisoning in the middle of a Radio Shack.

No, fuck YOU. It is not Huma’s fault. Why don’t you go woman-blame yourself off a tall building.

HASN’T HUMA ENDURED ENOUGH

Yeah, I’m a shelter volunteer and huge shelter advocate but Keith Olbermann is a dick.

Yeah, I’m a huge (HUGE) fan of shelter dogs, but this doesn’t really feel like an appropriate time to talk about that.

Not sure that the snark in this title was well placed.

I absolutely hate this concept of partners calling each other ‘king’ and ‘queen’ because it only continues the long list of patriarchal bullshit that women should always support their men no matter what while the man gets to make all of the decisions. This is clearly oversharing, this is clearly a violation of her…

“The key is that I’m the king and every queen should support the king.”= Automatic grounds for divorce.

Is anyone else watching Issa Rae’s show INSECURE? I was humming the “Broken Pussy” song to myself at work the other day, and then realized what I was doing and had to stop. Can’t wait for the next episode!