But at the same time, she knows that I’m no hipster and don’t care about new age edible breast implants :)

I saw Bastille perform a few years ago and the same thing happened during Pompeii (i.e. the really fun song to sing along to). The crowd filled in and a good time was had by all, except the sound guy of course. Crap happens, make the best of it :)

Stranger’s video of the event:

In said friend’s defense she’s type 1 diabetic and also gluten free (apparently it jives with diabetes) so she’s never really had proper cake, sadly.

One of my friends sent this to me because I am a cake lady and my response was basically “This is not cake. Go away.”

I dislocated my little toe and then had to wear heels for a presentation a few weeks later. Never again.

You know my ears perked up when I saw this article.

I am on my third black dog. I will not go back.

Alas my sweet poodle girl

I loved I Thee Dread even though I want a pool party wedding.

Your florist is nuts. I make cakes as a very small side thing for friends and the cakes where I’m told “do whatever you want” are literally the best cakes I make. Wedding cakes included. I would love that assignment.

ROFL my style when I was 12 and my style after having escaped the family house has drastically changed.

As long as I have dogs I will never be lonely, and I have no problem pointing that out to people who get on my case about marriage :)

If they make it easy and reasonable for an apartment/condo dweller to keep the car charged without a home charger they will open up a big ‘ol market here (and if they make a proper small hatch I will be considering it). This of course will take a lot of time, money, and technology.

My HOA isn’t giving up its icy grip…

The flip side to this is that sometimes you sell a car and due to a paperwork kerfluffle get to hear about the fun adventures it has it its next life. It’s sad, yes, but it makes for amusing stories, like my Civic that kept getting abandoned.

Maybe just telling my cat that I’m selling her would convince her to not be such an asshole.

My dryer air raid buzz scared the crap out of me the first time I heard it. I’d be content with just a little boop to let me know that I have approximately two seconds to hang up my shirts before they wrinkle beyond recognition.

Mine is probably going on 20 years. I hope that I never have to replace it because it’s one of those obnoxious all in one units that is shoved into a tiny closet. I don’t want to deal with it.

If the Backstreet Boys got stabbed on those streets, then yes, those bad parts of town.

If mine said that to me I’d make a point to constantly tell it “No, yous the ho.”

They’re only in the bad parts of town here.