karenmilton
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Yep. I don't always shave, but I don't not-shave either (basically I go as the spirit moves me), and I have yet to encounter a partner who gave even the slightest of fucks. My husband's only comment was "You're naked and I'm invited. Inspecting your grooming habits is not even close to being on the agenda".

My four-year-old would certainly agree with that. Keep in mind that this is a person for whom ladybug pajamas with rain boots is the height of fashion.

Yep, so we're getting married now. This is FANTASTIC.

I got some sour jujubes, so I have recovered. I don't know what it is about (shudder) clusters, but bunches of mushrooms also give me the squicks. Why no, I don't get out much :P

I feel like this might be something America is hoarding and not sending across the border to the perfectly nice Canadians who would totally share if it were reversed. Someone needs to mail me cookie butter. Is that thing? Can people mail snack foods? What are you supposed to put it on, or is it a wide open field of

The big clump of seeds inside makes me suicidal, and that's not something I say lightly. They are horrifying.

Thankyouthankyouthankyou. I think I'll live a very happy life not knowing about any demon frogs. Definitely not a visual I need!

I HAVE THE THING! Lotus seed pods? Swarms of bees and their stupid honeycomb? FUCKING PAPAYAS? Those things should be stricken from the earth like, nownownow.

Right? I got chicken pox when I was six and everybody in my class got them (I have a couple scars and I vaguely remember being itchy, and I got shingles when I was 23 (on the day of that giant Eastern Seaboard blackout thingy), and it was pretty bad, even with a family-sized bottle of Percocet - and apparently they're

My FIL has written a bunch of skating books. He wouldn't have been anywhere he'd be able to hear the Weir/Lipinski commentating, but I'm curious about what his take would be.

You should remind him that he's lucky to have you. It can be hard to trust someone without a Bacon number.

I would just like to take this moment to announce that my Bacon number is 1, which makes me awesome. I was an extra in "The Air Up There", a movie so terrible that I couldn't finish watching it even though I was technically in it. I say technically because it was just a crowd scene, but Kevin Bacon was like ten feet

The list of things that must happen in my life definitely includes having those two follow me around providing commentary on my day-t0-day, someone teaching me how to look like the love child of Liberace and PeeWee Herman, and that guy in the red jacket contracting a mild equilibrium disorder rendering him unable to

I'm glad. I can only imagine that the people thinking "too much time' are some of the very same ones who wonder "what do you even DO all day?" Well, this.

Maybe the mom does have 'too much' time on her hands, whatever that means, but if so she's spending those supposed extra hours doing a large-scale creative project with her kid. Her daughter will remember this; she will not remember whether the bookshelves had a bit of dust on them or the laundry didn't get switched

I too have a grand case of BRF. Apparently my go-to facial expression is a slight frown (there are baby pictures of me doing it), because there are two super deep wrinkles between my eyebrows. Now I look angry all the time no matter what. I'm not impressed.

I have two pear trees in my backyard. It has produced zero edible pairs in the six years I've lived here, even after getting an arborist to come give them a talking to. The pears are a) disgustingly rock hard with no perceptible juice, or b) rotten and falling on the ground. I love pears, they're delicious, but

Exactly. I danced for a lot of years, and even as a young teenager I had thighs that could crack a walnut. The combination of strength and pushing my body but at the same time feeling beautiful was sooo good for my self-esteem. I have long-term problems now that I'm older (hip bursitis, nasty-ass deformed feet, a

There's a little-known thing called...what was it? Oh yes. The internet. Shockingly, one can see things on said internet that are not broadcast on television, regardless of one's country of origin. It's really cool, check it out sometime.

Same. Best word ever.