I trust doctors who say, “I don’t know” about 1000% more than other doctors. I mean obviously, if you ask a simple question, and the doctor doesn’t know, that’s scary, but if you ask something obscure or complicated, you want someone who will tell you they need to look it up.

Yeah, my father was 18 at the end of the draft when there were no more new student deferments. He’s always maintained that if he’d been born a day earlier, my siblings and I might not be around since that birthday got one of the first numbers, and his got one of the last.

I only buy minute dry (or whatever it’s called) polish for just that reason, and I rarely ever polish my fingernails anyway. My mother and my sister think it’s the oddest thing ever. They always have done nails. even my 5 yo niece has done nails.

Definitely run. He sounds like my loony cousins. They’re good looking and funny and seem nice and down-to-earth at first, but then you start hearing Sharia law and abortion and guns and other fuckery creeping into conversations, and you realize they are insufferable to be around for any length of time.

This is like my mom. She cannot get over sell-by dates, and I have watched her throw out countless sealed bags of food because of it. Now, though, I usually rescue the food if I can convince her that as an adult, I can be responsible for my own impending death by expired food cooties. My sister is actually worse. My…

I thought chocolate too. But poor Lucretia. She was awesome too. It was just that living in a world where married women were property, the right to vote probably seemed so impossibly out of reach that she thought it would be foolish to even ask for it. I mean the other wishes were like allowing married women to keep…

I can see that, but even as a self-conscious drunk, I’m still about 95% less inhibited than my normal self-conscious self.

Hee. That is one of my stages of drunk, especially if I’m drunk at a family party. Past that is probably the nutty professor because apparently, I’m lots of fun when I drink.

In the bathroom in my parents’ house, I see an owl, a lady with a baby and another face in the wood grain of the door. I’m also am fairly convinced the sky is falling, so I guess science wins again.

I was distracted by the bird beak in the tortilla, and then, I saw the baby in the meat, and there really are no words.

If I had a dollar for every owner of an obese cat who told me this, I could come close to paying my vet school loans. If you added in, “He can’t be fat because he’s eating organic/ grain-free food,” it might do it.

Yeah, it gets even worse with tiny dogs and cats until you have walking ottomans, but Labs do tend to get very, very fat. Part of it is that dogs love food, so people tend to forget that food is not love.

Well, with a name like Bellatrix, I’d let her do whatever she wants too. Plus, female cats are no joke.

He’s actually not mine. he was my patient, and he does agility and field trials, so he’s in top shape. Most of the people who were commenting have pets that I’d call obese rather than overweight, and yeah, a fit Lab or Golden over 1 or 2 is an uncommon sight.

People do not have an eye for what a healthy dog (or cat) should look like. Mostly what they pick is healthy is moderately overweight and what they think is too skinny is normal. I was walking a perfectly healthy Lab back to his owners and had multiple people ask me what was wrong with him that made him so skinny.…

Cats, sadly, suffer from the same body shaming culture. So few people have seen a non-fat cat that they believe cats that are healthy weight look sickly and gaunt. Plus,when you tell them that it’s best not to feed a cat that spends most of his his life as disdainful and furry, though fabulously decorative, doorstop…

I have an almost identical routine except I have a CC cream (a British drugstore find that I have to buy on EBay) that is pretty much the only thing in the BB cream family I’ve gotten my hands on so far that works with my pasty, redness-prone skintone and actually achieves some degree of color correction.

Yeah, for a while, I couldn’t participate in a necropsy without getting hungry. We had anatomy lab right before lunch and would usually discuss our lunch plans while dissecting, so a lot of us developed a Pavlovian response so when we cut, we expected food to soon follow.

It’s a tough one, and I don’t want to second guess decisions. Since you asked, I would have gone to a veterinary behaviorist I trusted instead of a trainer if at all financially viable. Behaviorists often work with trainers, but they can also prescribe meds if indicated. Probably, my general outline would be something…

Heh. I’m a vet, and my mother does not believe I should be allowed to have dinner with unprepared people because even when I’m trying, my gross-out filter does not have anything resembling a normal setting. I think once you’ve spent days with maggoty samples, cutting abdomens or being shoulder deep in a cow’s…