A year or two ago, my then 9 year old daughter was dirt-shamed by a classmate who showered in the morning and the afternoon. Said 9 year old took a bath 2x a week, more often if she was out grubbing in the yard. I asked her to ask her classmate if she was in construction, and if not, why she felt the need to wash 2x…

+1 the horror stories I’ve heard from septic guys (just got my pump replaced :shakes fist:) about the wads of condoms and tampons they pull from septic tanks.

MisterDisco and I, when taking a shower together, make a sport of peeing on each other’s foot. Clearly, he wins at this game. However, we’ve been together nearly three decades, so there’s very little mystery left. At all. Anywhere.

It gets on there anywhere, I’ve discovered. Even though I only condition my hair from the ears down (I have long hair), I inevitably can either taste it or feel it on my skin. Short of washing my hair AFTER everything (in which case soap would get in my dry-ass hair, negating the conditioner), there’s not much I can…

What? MisterDisco and NumbahOneDiscoSon do the triple hand-wrap thing. As if their poop is lava that will burn off their fingers if somehow a finger popped through the mummylike casing on their hand. Always awesome with a septic tank. AND we have baby wipes (which go in the trash, not the toilet, never put baby…

I use shaving cream (Team Barbasol) and if that’s running low - which means MisterDisco is apt to bitch - I use soap like a heathen savage. Or, if my legs are extraordinarily dry for some reason, I’ll use some cheap-ass conditioner I have lying around. My daughters seem foozled by the usage of soap as a lubricant…

I shave every time I take a shower, and take a shower or bath almost every day. Mainly because I hate the feeling of stubble.

I don’t wash my legs, but I shave them just about up to the hip. I figure exfoliation + shaving cream = relatively clean legs FFS

OH, I’m right there with you honey, right there. I was explaining how it felt to my son from another mother...

I’m on board.

I re-read that from time to time, just to remind myself not to overextend.

I asked if my glasses (I’m nearsighted) helped. Nope. He bought reading glasses. No dice. He can’t drive or work on a computer when his eyes are completely out of whack. Which is problematic as he’s the main wage earner and there’s only so much work-from-home government contractors will tolerate.

OMG, I am perusing the DCUM *snicker* site right now and jesus, there are some horrible, horrible fucking people on there.

I’m honest when people ask me which church I go to - I’m an atheist, so none?

I’m honest when people ask me which church I go to - I’m an atheist, so none?

I had almost the exact opposite happen to me when I moved to Virginia. The first school event - some kind of picnic or something - the moms were verrry interested to know what development I lived in (there’s big developments in this area, and people say “I live in Heron Bend” or whatever).

The husband was diagnosed with Type II a few years back. He was in between jobs at the time (for a miserable 16 months). He cut severely back on all sugars and carbs (minimal amounts of “good” ones), and we walked 6-8 miles every.single.day. He literally reversed his Type II, as in he had good blood sugar numbers…

Going on 46 here in a few days. Can attest to “losing weight is harder after 40". I used to snowboard every weekend in the wintertime (derp), and my meals on weekends would consist of Sno-Balls, Rockstar energy drinks, whatever high calorie garbage was on tap at the local restaurant (fettucine alfredo, burger &…

I’m not sure how well I’d fare walking from DC to Manassas in 20 degree temps. There’s always an adventure to be had! :-/

*waves from DC*. I feel your pain. Never fucking again. Uber it is, for now /sips tea/